Isnt this just the best feeling in the world? Its a knocking bet that the minute the lights go out on Christmas Eve, you instantly develop a spectacular case of insomnia. You spend hours tossing and turning; hot, flustered, annoyed. Over the course of the night you briefly fall asleep and wake up dozens of times, and each time you violently fling yourself to where your stocking is. Empty. Again and again and again. Then finally, you nod off and when you awake theres that strange Christmas morning stillness in the air. Its deathly silent; peaceful. You grope instinctively for your stocking and happen upon the touch of wool, the rustle of packages and that exhilarating mismatch of shapes of a filled stocking. Its full! The stocking is full! Suddenly youre wide awake, and you begin shivering uncontrollably as you dig into your little treasure trove in the half light. Pure Christmas magic. Comparatively, as an adult, the closest thrill on Christmas morning is downing seven espressos to combat your hangover and viciously shaking as if youre being zapped with a cattle prod.