Two men. One Christmas Eve that changes the courses of both their lives.<br><br>Henry’s homeless and only wants a warm place to sleep on the coldest night of the year. A forgotten open window in a darkened house entices him inside with the promise of warmth and comfort. He knows it’s wrong, but he promises himself he’ll be out before the owner wakes on Christmas morning.<br><br>Except he oversleeps and the homeowner, Jim, discovers a bearded stranger sawing logs under his dining room table. When the shock and the drama that ensues dies down, Henry and Jim discover they might have found, quite unexpectedly, the Christmas miracle they’d both been longing for -- love and home.

An Open Window

“I’ll get out,” he said softly, staring down at the floor. He took a couple more steps toward the door.


Jim managed to move away from the staircase and toward the homeless man. “Aren’t you gonna be cold?” he asked. He was now only a couple of feet from the guy. He could see the warmth and intelligence in his dark eyes—no craziness there, Jim knew in his heart, which he’d learned always told the truth. He could also see that beneath the grime, there was a pretty handsome fellow. What had happened to him? How had he ended up in such dire straits? Jim wondered. Why, he’s not much older than me! How did he come to such a place? And Jim wasn’t thinking about his house either.


The man stopped, bare hand on the doorknob. “Cold?” Jim asked, and the guy shook his head


Chapter 6