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!’
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