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.

come? What was he looking for in the windows of our house? And why were my parents so afraid of him?

As I grew older, the man aged too. I watched him go from a tall figure in a dark coat to a stooped old man in a threadbare jacket. His hair turned gray, then white. His posture curved. But he never stopped coming. I remember specific Christmases burned continue reading …