Our friend in Metaire, LA sent me a package last year with the admonishment that "...real men wait until Christmas."
I adore the guy, but he also scares me just me a little bit, and when he sends veiled threats like that I brace up. (He raises weird, blue eyed hound dogs and smokes pipes larger than most kid league Louisville Sluggers.)
So, sack up, smokers. When somebody sends you a Christmas present wait until Christmas Day or, at the very least, Christmas Eve before you start the opening process.
The journey is always the reward.
Fnord