<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>You're never too old to believe...</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><span></span>Tim Blake waits for his sixteen-year-old daughter Sylvia to arrive home on Christmas Eve. Snow is falling and he's worried about her new driving skills. Sylvia is a bright girl and he is confident in her judgment so he sits by the phone in case she calls. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He drifts into a restless sleep and dreams about the year he turned sixteen. It was early November and the corner lot was setting up to sell Christmas trees. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It is a year he'll never forget. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It is the year; he started believing in Santa Clause.</span></p>