Elliot has always slept with us on Christmas Eve. He can't be trusted. We realized he can't sleep with us until he's 21 (creepy) so we let him sleep in his own bed. I Christmas wrapped him in - I'm not a complete idiot! (He got the decorative side of the paper.)
The answer is "book." The answer is not "a-", as in go find an old report card. I thought it was obvious. Kept him out of my hair for most of the morning. 
