Old Type Writer

But, hey, what to my celebrity-star-struck eyes should appear? 

My most beloved childhood “hero” with or without his deer!

Twas 1950, I saw ole Santy trapped in our upstairs.

No, not at Wolf & Dessauer’s holding kids singly or in pairs.

Locked inside our only bathroom donning his Kris Kringle clothes,

Into the hall-way he walked! Boot by boot, down the steps he goes!

I crept ‘long behind this chap who left through our green-wreathed front door.

Why, Mama, is Mr. Claus leaving us now?  Whatever for?

‘Twas “our little secret” she shared as S.C. moved outta sight:

“He’s headed downtown for ALL the town’s kids—so shout out, ‘Good Night!’”

Whether you believe this tale or not, Father Christmas dressed here

Once upon a time, then headed outside to spread festive cheer.

Visit the tiny crimson house on the courthouse lawn—you’ll see

That happy fellow who once stopped at our house and winked at me.

I personally knew this “Ole Santy” 37 years.

His specialty?  Gifts of Wrangler jeans to little local dears!

“Merry Christmas to all…and to all a good night,” from THE OLD TYPE WRITER!