ind is racing with childhood memories. Restless, he decides to check the Christmas Tree one more time before his wife and two children awaken in the morning. But as he quietly walks down the hall, he hears a faint sound . . . of singing. There are people in his living room . . . his mother and father, grandparents, aunts and uncles . . . the same as they were when he was a young boy. This is impossible, he tells himself, but they are so real and so happy to be with him. And then the room has two new visitors - his own children. "Daddy, who are these people?" the little boy and girl wonder.

A story of eternal bonds . . . with a wondrous twist.