A Christmas Parable

Published: Thursday, December 20, 2012 at 11:50 AM.

“Ryne, sir. Ryne Bernier.” How did he get up here without me hearing him? How did he know about my secret place?

“How old are you, son?”

Well, I don’t make a habit out of talking to just anybody. But this guy looked O.K. He was dressed in overalls and looked as common as me. And he wasn’t a real old man, looked kinda young – in an old sorta way. Timeless. You know what I mean? His eyes were gentle and friendly, and he liked me – kids can tell about things like that.

“Twelve, sir.”

“Are you sure about that, Ryne?”

“Well, I’m eleven, but my birthday is just next month.” He smiled like he knew I got it right.

“What are you doing up here?”



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