"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten, and children listen, to hear sleigh bells in the snow." If there ever was a white Christmas, I might actually believe the story of Christmas! I hear clapping behind me as I finish my song. "That was beautiful, Rebekah. You have such a pretty voice." And the voice that was speaking to me was one I thought I would never hear again. I slowly turn around, and there he is, sitting on my small cot. My hero.