When you were little and waiting in expectation for something, like going to Disneyland or Christmas morning or the first day of school, did you parents tell you how many sleeps were left until those things happened? (Or if you were a five year old waiting for the Pizza Hut man to get to your house, how many episodes of Mr. Ed you had to watch?) I still love using that expression 20-something years later.
So how many sleeps are there until X-Mas??
It doesn't matter.
Because if I get to spend those sleeps in this bedroom...
...Christmas can take it's sweet gingerbread time.