Can't have "Merry" without "Err"

So what if it's bleedin' Christmas Eve, it's still a Monday. An ugly mother of one too. But then again, it does tend to sour one's appreciation for the day when it's started with the acid-like burn of instant awareness that one has managed to sleep through their alarm and is subsequently late. Who needs coffee when the belly is already percolating with self-directed rage? Toss in a few folks attempting to play "Let's Make a Deal" with their very last minute gift selections and I'm quite ready to call it a day.