I was 7 when I learned Uncle Noah’s secret.
I’d come down to the dock to be alone. Time to myself during a family reunion that could suffocate.
Uncle Noah and I were loners. Perhaps that’s why he never married.
Although he fathered no children, they were always drawn to my uncle, myself included.
That fateful day I wandered off, hoping to catch some fish about which I could later boast.
Rounding the hedge of giant spruces, I gasped at what my eyes beheld.
Uncle Noah’s boots stood empty.
A sleigh drawn by reindeer was pirating him away.
Ho, ho, ho!!!