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

“Please. Don’t try and be polite. I want you to have them. Take them if for no other reason than you’ll be making me happy.” Jim hurried into the living room and gathered up the boxes in his arms. He’d spent hours wrapping them just so in bright foils, complete with ribbons and bows.


He returned to Henry and stooped to set the gifts down at his feet, “Merry Christmas, Henry.” And he looked up at Henry, who stared back at him, confused, but with tears in his eyes.


Henry didn’t know what to make of this character, this Jim. A normal person, a sane one, would have thrown him out on his ass, Christmas or no Christmas, or worse, held a weapon on him with one hand while, with the other, he phoned the cops.


And here he was giving him presents. Ah shit! The kindness of it caused tears to spring to Henry’s eyes. He wanted to simply cover his face with his hands and bawl.


Chapter 7