Dec 25, 2022-- A new neighbor moved in next door. His name was George, and he was an older gentleman. He always nodded a greeting when he saw us. It was around Thanksgiving when we saw him park in his space near ours. We were bringing in groceries, and my mom asked him if he had plans for the holiday. When he said no, that he would spend it alone, my mom mentioned her open house on Christmas Eve. 'Please join us', she said. He was already shaking his head no. 'I won't be good company, I'm afraid,' he said, 'I lost my wife a few months ago.' His eyes filled with tears and he turned away. 'Thank you anyway!' he called. He went into his apartment and quietly closed the door." What follows is a profoundly moving story that glows with the best and brightest of the Christmas spirit. (16600 reads)