A brother's tale shows why Christmas is a time for forgiving
Every Christmas for the last few years, I have tried to decide if this was the year I could tell the embargoed story. I had to make a call. Had enough time passed from the occurrence of a story I was asked to tell by a man who made a mistake?
I get to call in to the pub on Christmas Day to meet the old souls who never leave and wish them a happy Christmas. I sing 'Silent Night' before I go home on Christmas Eve in my old room in my old home.
I've been doing this since I was a small boy. There's a luminous Holy Mary hanging on a nail on the wall and even though it has lost its sparkle, the faint blue light is still there. I know the old souls are listening. Sometimes I get to thinking of all that went on in the old house over the last 150 years or so. Old houses have a personality and their psyche is formed and shaped by all those who lived there.