Christmas Morning - 100-word snippet

The phone rang and woke me up. As I fumbled with the iPad on the nightstand to see who called, I thought I had disconnected the call. It was shortly after five o’clock in the morning. The call was from a daughter who lives five hours behind us. Perhaps it was a butt call, but I should call her back. I got out of bed to go across the room to get my phone. The call was still on. Cheerfully my daughter said, “Merry Christmas. It’s time to get up.” Ah yes. That’s how it was. The sweet old times.