I was definitely drifting in and out of various levels of consciousness. What eventually woke me up? Lucy's imagination. As I lay there, she developed this amazingly intricate story involving a pirate ship sailing across the sea, finding a whale, and encountering a storm which she steered through admirably with the aid of a hanger (I peeked at one point).
Then, on land, there was something involving singing ... and then suddenly she was hooking up a giant slug to her carriage to take her to the north pole. There she found Santa Claus; he gave her a special music box (that played CDs) and turned it on. It played "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," which she promptly declared to be her "very most favorite."
I mean, who could resist a story like that? I had to wake up :)