Panov was a shoemaker who lived in a small Russian village and everyone was so fond of him that he earned the name Papa Panov. He was not very rich but neither was he very poor and he lived in one small room looking out onto the village street. And in that one room he had all his possessions and he lived, slept and made shoes there.
There were so many people who wanted new shoes made or old ones patched, soled and heeled that he always had enough money to buy bread from the baker's shop, coffee from the grocer and cabbage to make his favourite soup. He was quite happy.
Then one Christmas Eve he was in reflective mood, thinking of his wife who had died many years previously (I know the feeling very well at this time of year) and of his sons and daughters who had all moved away. He was sad. So he pulled at his long grey moustache, lifted a dusty book from the shelves, sat down and began to read. The book was the story of Christmas and of how Jesus was born in a cowshed because there wasn't any room at the inn. Being a kind-hearted man he thought to himself that if the family had come to his house they could have used his comfortable bed.
He read of how rich men travelled across the desert to present gifts to the little boy Jesus and he speculated that if he had come to his house he would have had nothing to give him. Then he remembered something and he went to a high shelf and took down a box. In it was a pair of the best shoes he had ever made and, satisfied, Papa said to himself, 'That is what I would have given him.'
He then fell asleep over his book and outside the fog fell and grew very thick. Suddenly he heard his name called but there was nobody there when he roused himself. However, he convinced himself that the visitor had been Jesus, if only in a dream, and he hoped that he would visit him the following day, which was Christmas Day.
He slept in his wicker chair all night and in the morning woke to make a pot of coffee. All the while he kept his eye on the window and he saw someone approaching. Perhaps it was Jesus, he thought, but, no, it was the roadsweeper. He invited him in and gave him a cup of steaming coffee before seeing him on his way. As he was about to close the door he espied a young woman carrying a baby; she appeared tired and her clothes were shabby.
He invited her in for a warm and he made some warm milk for the baby. While feeding him Papa remembered the shoes and he decided that they would make a nice present for the baby. He duly gave them the woman and also told her about expecting Jesus visiting him, just as he had seen in his dream. 'I hope your dream comes true,' said the woman as she left, grateful for all Papa had done for her and her child.
Later when Jesus did not appear he began to lose heart and tears welled up in his eyes; 'It was only a dream after all. I wanted to believe it so much,' he said to himself. Then it seemed as though there was someone in the room and he seemed to see the roadsweeper and the woman and child again passing by and as they passed they whispered, 'Didn't you see me, Papa Panov?' And it was the same voice as the night before so Papa realised that he had been visited after all. The sparkle came back into his eyes and he smiled happily ... what a Christmas Day ... and what a different story from the author of 'War and Peace'!