so i've been thinking (a dangerous pastime? shut up lefou.)

the only point of us staying upstairs on christmas morning waiting for dad to "set up the camera" is to wait for him to set up the presents. and since at this point, i think we have a pretty good idea who the presents are from (and it ain't a fat man in a red suit) what's to stop us from going downstairs before p.u.'s get up? i mean, it's not like we're gonna open the presents, we could ignore them completely, let the kitties out, use the computer, eat breakfast, all that fun stuff. why confine ourselves to a tradition that was set up so that we could believe in santa claus? you're an independant career woman for monkey's sake!