A Christmas Parable

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

“Son, he just stopped by, appeared out of nowhere; said he’d picked these things up a while back and wondered if we’d have any use for them. He said you were all right and that you’d be home soon.  Land sakes, he was gone before I could even thank him proper.  Ryne, do you know—”

“Mother, how long has the barn light been out?”

“Son, that light hadn’t worked in over a year.”

I made a dash for the back door. I had to see for myself. It was so dark out there I fell over the bicycle parked right slap dab in the middle of our back porch. The brand new bicycle. Western Flyer. Red!

Merry Christmas,

Ryne and His Friend


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