Santa is a good man.
Little did he know that what I wanted more than anything in the world, a red Wii, could potentially crush my nursing career.
Christmas Eve: I receive the red Wii.
Christmas Day: I successfully pull a muscle in my right arm from slaughtering all the little Wii people in tennis, bowling, and baseball.
December 28th: My arm is heeled and the Wii is successfully plugged in at my sisters house.