I'll tell you what I want for Christmas.

I want a Clocky! The thing looks quite annoying, but I sure could use some help trying to wake up early in the morning. OK, late morning. OK, OK! Early afternoon! Sheesh! What's your problem? Leave me alone! I need my 8 hours!

And Clocky better be shockproof, because the little bastard will be flying against the wall as soon as I catch it.... I hope it comes with a parachute. No, I don't think Clocky would be something that I can "laugh at"--I'm just not that cheerful in the morning. But yes, I want one anyway.

Christmas is just 323 days away. I can't wait.