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Santa’s call

One someone’s call,

Long ago,

Night before Saint Nicholas visit,

Mom like always toiled away,

Working to make a little families Christmas special,

Two small girls scurried around,

Out of the blue,

A miracle of wonder occured,

It was years later truth came out,

For the value it had,

Nothing comes close to that one special memory,

On a Friday night before Christmas nineteen sixty-three,

Young Val was five,

Ellen was two,

The phone rang,

Mom a young Marian Delores Heike answered our only black phone,

A hush magically drifted,

Still was in the air,

Winter had coated the trees,

Nana as always and grandpa’s had come to stay,

I was asked if I wanted to talk to Santa,

When I took the phone from mom he was short and to the point,

Words that stood the test of time,

At sixty-three his words still crisp and clear,

Hold place in my memory,

‘Go to bed or you will get nothing when I visit,’

So I take this opportunity to share dad’s words from long ago “Merry Christmas to.all and to all a good night!’


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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