Every Night, Gifts Appeared at My Door—When I Finally Saw Who Was Behind Them, My World Stopped

That night, I didn’t go to bed.

I turned off every light and sat by the front window, waiting. Every sound felt louder than it should — the hum of the fridge, the ticking clock.

Around midnight, I saw it: a shadow moving carefully across the yard, stepping onto the porch, placing a small package by the door. Then turning to leave.

I didn’t think. I ran.

Barefoot, I rushed outside. “WHO ARE YOU? What are you doing in my yard?”