Gerry thought about his letter to Santa for three days. Two days left, he realized – better get going or else. Or else what? Would Santa forget him? What if there were no letters from anyone? Gerry wondered. He got out paper and a crayon, but couldn’t get going. This is hard, he said aloud. He tried all day and the next and fell asleep, the blank paper on his bed. Two mornings later his mother woke him, his bed covered with presents instead of the blank paper. Merry Christmas, she announced. He’d dreamt the letter, but Christmas was real.
Bruce Levine has spent his life as a writer of fiction and poetry and as a music and theatre professional. A 2019 Pushcart Prize Poetry nominee, a 2021 Spillwords Press Awards winner, the Featured Writer in WestWard Quarterly Summer 2021 and his bio is featured in “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020.” Bruce has over three hundred works published on over twenty-five on-line journals including Ariel Chart, Spillwords, The Drabble; in over seventy print books including Poetry Quarterly, Haiku Journal, Tipton Poetry Journal; Halcyon Days and Founder’s Favourites (on-line and print) and his shows have been produced in New York and around the country. His work is dedicated to the loving memory of his late wife, Lydia Franklin. A native Manhattanite, Bruce now lives and writes in Maine.