The old man shuffled down the church steps. A swarm of people were pushing through the wide doors, and although he knew he was holding up the flow, he couldn’t help that his hunched back and painful joints prevented him from hurrying down the steps like all the rest of the people seemed to want to do.
It was a mesmerizing night. The moon reflected irridescent beams of light off the tall stained-glass windows - depicting Jesus’ miracles for the whole town to see. The stars glittered and sparkled above his head. Except for the chattering of the people surrounding him, it was still and quiet in the town.
He stepped down off of the last step just as it started to snow - delicately and beautifully. Time seemed to stop. As the snow hung suspended twirling, in the air, the crippled old man reflected on previous Christmas Eves. The years when everything was cheery and delightful and the joy of the whole world seemed to be with him. This year he was alone.
The nostalgic moment ended as a young women lightly touched his shoulder and asked, “Do you have any Christmas Eve plans, Sir?” She smiled, and her husband came up next to her and said, “We would really like you to join us for a Christmas Eve dinner and tree decorating.”
The old man didn’t know what to say. Why him? They didn’t even know him. Maybe this was his Christmas miracle.
“I would like that.”
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