I’ve set the time. Just bring one thing back, just one iota of proof. That’s all I need. I’ve set the place, just needs a little refinement. I’ve set the carrier wave to bring me home. I open the box. “Mom, where’s Daddy gone?” says Sam. Didn’t it work? “I don’t know. That’s strange.” Can’t they see?
“I’m here,” I try to shout with my silent voice, plastic face all
frozen and still. I’m here beside the manger with ragged robes and a box
in my hand—a cross between a shepherd and a king. And there’s no going