When I was young, real real young, Christmas Eve was a magical time. A time when you could taste the anticipation. You getting some good stuff that next morning, and you could just feel how good it was going to be. It never was. But that anticipation, that need, that excitement that kept you from going to sleep, that was the best feeling in the world. I haven't felt that way in a few years now. I so cannot wait until tomorrow. *twitches with anticipation*