My bedroom door looked right down the hallway to the Christmas Tree, every year, until we moved in 4th grade. It was great. I had a great plan. All I had to do was wait up until I heard the hooves on the roof. When I heard the clapping on the roof, I would pounce. Fling open that door and run down the hall to find the fat man planting gifts. Of course all of that would have worked if I would have stayed up, or if there really was some jolly obese elf going from house to house. [Read more...]