and we ran across the street

We walk in the cold, chilly winter evening, to a place where this world is of another dimension.

We walk backwards, giggling with childish foolish excitement. As we do, we watch the town slowly lit up. Lights turning on as fathers come home, and tables laid with scrumptious food, the town is buzzing with life again. Every sight is as warm as the other, a glimpse of the living room, warm from the crackling fire. But who sees the old man on the worn out bench hungry and alone? Grief on his face was all that was shown.

We tripped over an object, fell, and land in front of him.

A smile, a frown, a twinkle. "Dear children, what have you got for me today?"