Christmas Morning 2009

The call came before sunup.
Considerably so.
No problem.
A fire was already lit to warm the room.
A call to the wrong number.
Mine.
“Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
A nice chat – “weather sure is bad.” –
And other niceties.
Until she finally said what we both wondered,
“Who is this?”
A laugh and an apology.
Words of kindness on the day we celebrate
The Word of Kindness.
Soon the sun will rise.
It’s Christmas.