"This isn't going to work," muttered 10 year old Charlotte Perkins Gates as she was lying on her stomach on the floor of the upstairs hallway, her nose within centimeters of the wooden spindles that formed the railing.
"Sure it will," replied her twin brother William Clark Gates as he lay beside her and peered through a small pair of binoculars down toward the living room below.
"But doesn't Santa know when you're awake?" whispered a little voice on the other side of Charlotte. The twins' little brother, Abraham Lincoln Gates, was wide-eyed and clutching a teddy bear as he huddled beside his sister.
"He can't be looking at every kid all the time," William said, looking up from his binoculars to answer his little brother. "There has to be a system."
"What system?" Abe asked.
"Shhh!" Charlotte warned him. "I hear something!"
All three of Ben and Abigail Gates' children crouched in the dark corridor, the only light c