Late at night the writer sits alone at his desk, typing under a single lamp. The room smells faintly of incense and he can hear an organ playing somewhere far off. He’s exhausted. Eventually he falls asleep right there in the chair.

In his dream he’s standing on a high cliff, looking down at the dark world below. An old man appears out of the mist and introduces himself as Word. The man speaks calmly about light, peace, and the human soul. Before he disappears, he tells the writer to find a place called the House of Bread. He says it holds something important for anyone who truly wants to find it.

The writer wakes up with the dream still clear in his mind. He feels he has to go look for this place. So he leaves his normal life behind, takes his loyal companion with him, and starts walking across distant lands in search of the House of Bread…

Managing Editor’s Note: This is perhaps my favorite fictional Christmas story, excepting maybe Arthur C. Clarke’s “The Star.” It has been largely forgotten in the eight decades since it’s broadcast. Unfairly forgotten, and to our detriment. It is my personal hope that those who listen accept the Truth contained within.