My brother George believed in Santa Claus. When he was around 10 years old, he told the boys in school that Santa was bringing him a pair of skates. The boys laughed at him and said that there was no Santa - his father was Santa Claus. George didn't believe the boys, so on Christmas Eve he tied his father to the bed to prove them wrong. His father had agreed to go along with it. In the morning, George rushed downstairs and, lo and behold, his skates were under the tree. He was so excited! He dressed, put on the skates and skated down to his grandmother's house (streets were icy in 1937). He was shouting at the top of his lungs, "There is a Santa Claus! There is a Santa Claus!" He hadn't tied his mother to the bed. Submitted by: Elizabeth James