A Special Night

To remember

Bruno Martins

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 jumped 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.

Merry Christmas, everyone!