Last night, Christmas Eve Eve, I put on Mr. Bean and wrapped presents for 2.5 hours.
Because I had yet to find the time to sequester Frau Punkinstein away long enough to do it. She read some of The Hobbit (for she watched the trailer the other day and is excited, although it is a year off) and fannied about on her computer while I wrapped.
And taped. And watched Mr. Bean.
Then, once the wrapping was done we settled down to view The Nightmare Before Christmas because, let's face it, we are weird like that.
Or so I think.