It was Christmas Eve.
Of course, the child couldn’t sleep,
tucked in bed at his Grandma’s house.
He arose and went to the window.
The sky was awash with a million stars.
Scanning the heavens, he could hardly believe his eyes.
A bright light was shining in the distance.
Brighter than any star.
Could it be?
It grew closer and closer.
He thought he saw red.
Yes, he was sure of it.
A red light was approaching the house.
His heart leapt with excitement.
He began to wave frantically.
Overwhelmed by emotion,
I opened the window on my red zeppelin and threw the boy some beef jerky.
I flew home hungry, but smiling in my heart.
It was a special night.
Happy Monday.
And Merry Christmas.