I am the worst at Christmas. I just get so excited! These arrived yesterday and, to stay strong, I shut them up in my bedroom and told Max he had to stay out. But! Two hours later, while grabbing some laundry, Max followed me in, pointed to the box and asked, "My Christmas present?".
They were on his feet three minutes later and have stayed planted firmly on ever since.
(At least I picked out an awesome present, right?)