It was Christmas Eve and I was four years old. I remember the story well because my parents recounted it every Christmas for about 40 years. We were visiting my aunt and it was dark, probably about 7:00 P.M. but to a kid, night is night. My parents wouldn't leave to go home and I constantly interrupted their conversations to tell them it was time to leave...again and again, all the adults ignored me. Finally, when I couldn't take it any more, I stormed into the kitchen and hollered, "If we miss Santa Claus, I'm gonna be really pissed off!"