It was yet another Christmas Eve. Snow was falling across the entire city, and fireworks and crackers were going off everywhere.
Grandma and I were preparing the Christmas dinner. The doorbell rang. Nathan's parents had gone abroad on vacation at the last minute, so he had shamelessly come over to freeload a meal.
He walked in carrying a huge pile of gifts, and Grandma was so happy she couldn't stop grinning.
After dinner, Nathan offered to do the dishes. When he was done, he still wouldn't leave, insisting on watching the holiday TV special with Grandma.
Grandma patted his head with a knowing look.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was the security guard.
He said, "Ms. Prescott, there was a man standing downstairs. He had been there for three hours and was covered in snow. He insisted on
