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Spent Christmas Eve (virtually) with crantz online and on phone, and the rest of the world via text and email. He rang up to hear me open my present, which was a Tonner Supergirl doll and she is beautiful and you can't have her and she's like a Red Ryder BB Gun only better and OMG. Kept hanging up on him because I kept dropping the phone or squishing the disconnect button with my face. Also squealing.

Brother and fam did a driveby the office with a really amazing flan (those of us on paperweight duty ate it alllllllllllllllll up, along with, for some reason, snap peas), and a handknit hat that is the only knit hat I've ever owned that didn't immediately spring off my head like one of those jumping bug toys. It is a rather lovely shade of chocolate with powder blue stripeys.

Mary and Vali sent me a policeman officer puppet, who is of course named Puppet Nicholas. Diana sent caramels made by nuns. Nuns really, really like shrinkwrap. Who knew? They also make damn fine caramels.

Woke up with sugar and gleeshrieking hangover. Took all my willpower to escape the clutches of the Slanket. Slanket may turn out to be one of those bits of technology that suddenly everyone on the planet adopts, then the Doctor has to come save us all from being absorbed and enslaved. Mmm, Slanket.

Carnival of Souls is perhaps not the best choice for a Christmas movie. But boy, is it awesome on a stick.

Sang "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" in the shower, in the style of Frank Sinatra.

What's that, Slanket? Return to your unholy embrace? But...but...it's suppertimOW! Yes, Slanket. Immediately, Slanket.