A few years ago I awoke shortly before dawn on a Christmas morning. It was very cold and there was snow on the roof. But I heard the bells. I did. I lay there very still wondering if I had lost my mind...but clear as anything I heard the soft sound of bells, it sounded as if it came from the tree tops. It was only for an instant..but after that I began to wonder if my childhood belief of Santa Claus was such a fantasy after all.