Clearly it's because I never believed in Santa and therefore never believed in going to sleep on Christmas Eve.
Things I have baked tonight: one pear spice cake, three dozen ginger snaps, three dozen peanut butter cookies, two dozen fucked-up, melted peanut butter blossoms, forty-five mini-quiches. That's the upside of insomnia. I say 'insomnia,' but it's probably the eight cups of coffee I've had. I remember in undergrad how I used to drink coffee all night and then worry that I needed some kind of prescription medication to make me sleep. I never did make the connection.
Anyway,
happy holidays to everyone.