"Our" copy arrived from Amazon yesterday. Because it's technically a Christmas present for son Mike (but not a surprise -- he filled out the order form himself), Momma sez "Do Not Open Until Xmas." So far, it's still shrink-wrapped.

I don't wanna wait, and neither does the intended recipient, but we *may* be good boys and comply with The Boss's command to cool our heels. Christmas is so low-key with the kids grown up --it's probably worthwhile to observe a few niceties.