I remember one Christmas Eve in Telluride, Colorado, my sister Cami and I decided we would try a new ritual; we would stay up as late as we could to see if and when Santa came. As the snow fell outside the window of our room like confetti on New Year's Eve, we waited, constantly checking the "Santa tracker." The sky was a Lite Brite board, and we knew we would be able to spot Santa as soon as he arrived. My smart sister Cami, wearing her Christmas pajamas, realized we needed something to pass the time, so we watched a few TV shows she had downloaded onto her computer. We viewed as many of those as we could until it was midnight. Every hour or so, I went outside my room and looked over the rail down into the living room where the Christmas tree sat just to see if there were any presents. I would stay there for a few minutes listening to the fire crackle and smelling the pine scent from the trees. We checked the Santa tracker, and it said he was about to come to Colorado. Next, Cami showed me funny videos on the Internet to make the time go by faster, and soon it was one in the morning. I went outside again, but there was still nothing. When I came back, my sister told me that if we stay awake, Santa won't come, so she said we should go to bed. I was sad that we couldn't wait, but I was tired anyways, and I knew the sooner I went to sleep, the quicker morning would arrive. I felt the softness of my pillow and quickly drifted to sleep. In the morning, I ran outside and looked over the balcony and found a pile of presents that surrounded the Christmas tree. The gifts were piled on top of each other like pancakes at breakfast. This holiday happened five years ago, and since then, we continue to have hope that St. Nicholas will make an appearance on Christmas Eve. A holiday to me means a time dedicated to faith.