"Jacob stood up quickly and tried to wipe his feathers clean of snow. He flapped his wings. He shook his head back and forth as fast as he could wiping the wet snow from his tiny bird body. The big, old owl then said softly: 'Come with me, little one. You must be tired and hungry and so very cold. My name is Hooter, tiny one. Follow me.'" This book is dedicated to my three children: Jessica, Rachael & Adam. When they were little, they asked me: "Mama, why is there no Rudolph or Frosty or Santa Claus for Jewish children?" I wrote Hooter & The Hanukkah Miracle in answer to their question....About the Author: H.E. Kline creatively intertwines nonfiction into imaginary contemporary romance, science fiction, and horror in a concerted effort to give a "voice" to those whose voice may have been forgotten or lost in translation. Emanating from Boston, Massachusetts, Kline's stories incorporate a keen emphasis on local culture, mythical ghostly folklore, and urban legends.