he wind was howling as I was awakened by the shutter at the window slapping the side of the house. A single eye peeked open and I looked around a still darkened room. The chill in the air reminded me of the weatherman's prediction of "snow by morning." My feet were cold so I twisted them into the nap of the covers at my feet. It was the very darkest part of the night. The part of the night that makes one shiver when awakened even in the warmth of summer. I had heard all the stories the night before as I sat with the rest of the family at the table. I heard how this jolly old elf named Santa was going to come sliding down the chimney and bring toys. Ha! I thought as I reasoned the very idea of a great big fat guy slithering down our chimney plopping right into our living room. The picture my mind painted caused me to laugh out loud and yet I caught myself almost believing it could happen.