For 25 Christmases, The Same Silent Stranger Appeared Outside Our House At Exactly The Same Time. He Never Spoke, Never Left A Note, And Every Year My Parents Called The Police In Panic. When I Turned 15, I Finally Stepped Outside And Asked, “Why Do You Keep Coming Back?” He Looked Straight At Me… And Burst Into Tears.

about him, the man in the coat standing in the snow, looking up at my window. In the dreams, I go outside. I walk across the street. I stand next to him.

“I know who you are,” I say.

“I know,” he says. “I always hoped you would.”

And we stand there together, father and son, watching the snowfall on Christmas Eve. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we just stand continue reading …