Once upon a time there was a little wee piggy named Willie, Willie was a good little pig that was getting ready to turn three. 

Willie sat with Steve and Rufus on a cold Christmas night, he patiently waited for Steve to go to sleep so he could stay up and see Santa. 

After Steve had fallen asleep, Willie crept into the dark room and sat next to the fire place. He waited, waited, and waited on Santa to arrive. Willie got really really drowsy, and would wake up from his own snoring. 

Snoring loudly next to the fireplace Willie woke up to a loud thump. Standing in front of Willie was.. AN ELF! A loud squeal of excitement came from Willie as he looked around a spotted all the different colored presents under the tree. Was one for Willie? 

Willies little trotters made a pat pat sound as he trotted across the carpet towards the presents under the tree. He was so excited to see all the presents for Rufus and Steve, but Willies expression turned sad as he scanned through the names on the presents. There were presents for Rufus, and even for steve, but there was no presents for Willie. 

The sad pig held his head low, this had to be a mistake, he had been so good this year. Willie made a decision that night and stormed out of the door leaving a tiny scribbled letter telling Steve where he was headed-- to the North Pole.