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!