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.

up the courage to ask my mother about him. Mom, who is that man, the one who comes every Christmas? She was washing dishes at the kitchen sink. Her hands stopped moving.

“What man?”

“You know what man. The one Dad always calls the police on.”

“He is nobody. Just a troubled person who fixated on our family.”

“But why? Why us?”

“I do not know, sweetheart.continue reading …