Parcel of Ebola virus

Having to traipse around town on a wet pre-Christmas Saturday morning is really, REALLY not my idea of fun. Thankfully all presents are now bought and I can look forward to doing precisely nothing for the next few days :D Santa is turning up to deliver presents around 1 (or at least my sister is) so I think it'll be an afternoon in the pub. Perfect.

Title refers to a friend's wish that said parcel will be under his noisy neighbour's tree on Tuesday. Fair enough.