You're never too old to believe... 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. 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. It is a year, he'll never forget. It is the year; he started believing in Santa Clause.