Isn't that what Peter Pan said? Or something similar?
Anyway, it's 6:50 a.m. here in Houston, TX. No one is stirring, except for me. I am the first one awake. It really stinks to have a house full of adults who want nothing better than to sleep in. I seem to be hardwired to wake up early no matter the day so here I am, staring at the pretty tree with all the presents.
And the Miniorc just started crying. I bet he wants to open presents.