On Christmas Eve, when it was approaching twelve, Father Mellon dozed off, but woke up a few minutes later. He had a completely inexplicable desire to get up, go to the front doors and open them wide to let the snow inside the church, and then proceed to the confessional and wait. But who at such an hour would think of going to church, either by his own or someone else’s will? “Confess me, father,” whispered someone’s voice, “for I am a sinner!” It was sixty years ago...