It was the night before Christmas. I was 12 years old. My master plan was to catch Santa in the act. I stuffed my bed with pillows to make it look like I was asleep. I snuck down to the living room and hid behind the couch waiting near the milk and cookies. Hours went by with nothing but the sound of the wind. As I watched the snow fall through the window. I was almost asleep when I heard the tiptoes from my parents’ room. And then I saw him with a sack so red and full of toys I hid in the corner under a blanket with one eye sticking out. I saw Santa fill the stockings with goodies. I wondered how he got into the house? Because we didn’t have a chimney and he must have snuck in through my parents’ room. How could he get in without waking up my parents? It didn’t worry me much because I had caught him in the act; Santa stacked the presents under the tree and ate the cookies I had left for him. That is when I jumped out, and all I could say is, “Merry Christmas Saint Nick!” He said, “Why, what a surprise little boy! Have you been good this year?” I said, “Yes! Do you remember what I asked for?” Santa laughed with a chuckle and said, “You wanted a remote control car, the red one! Ho Ho Ho! Now you must go to bed, I have so many gifts to deliver.” He picked up his sack and tiptoed down the hall. I couldn’t believe it, Santa was real and I saw him! I ate the last cookie and slept on the couch. When I awoke, I didn’t tell anyone. But when I opened the first present it was the red remote control car that I wanted.