I will never forget one particular Christmas eve when I decided to wait up for Santa. The word word had been going around in school that there was no Santa. I went along with the usual routine of preparing a snack of milk and pumpkin pie for Santa, and then I informed my parents that I was going to wait up and see Santa. They told me that Santa wouldn't stop if I was awake but I remained firmly planted in an easy chair. About that time I heard a tapping on the window ~ I looked up and there, so help me, was Santa shaking his finger at me. I flew up the stairs and into bed faster than Santa could come down the chimney. I still believe in Santa....

Cap't Bob