As it goes every year, the "most wonderful time of the year" just so happens to coincide with one of the worst times of the year--finals. So far, I am two finals down with two to go, and this time tomorrow, I will be done. Good grades would be a fabulous Christmas present in my opinion.
So I have a cup of tea in hand, and my textbooks all strewn in front of me, and I wish I could stay and chat. But hey, at least I have a Mickey mug and Mickey pants to keep me company during this last day of extreme stress.