Once upon a time, I was a small child. I know, I know, it's hard to believe, but true. One Christmas, I wanted a Winnie the Pooh bear. My little Dachshund, Greta, had chewed the face on my old Winnie the Pooh bear. On Christmas Eve, Mommy told me that Santa Claus would peek in my room to be sure I was sleeping. If I were asleep, I'd get my bear. I lay in bed awake until past midnight. I was frightened that Santa would catch me awake! I remember listening to the clock down the hall strike midnight. I knew I had to be asleep because, "He knows when you are sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake!" Well, eventually I fell asleep, Santa peeked on me, and I got my bear the next morning!