The Hands That Built a Forever Christmas Santa Dropping Off Your Yule Logs Shirt! The old man lay motionless on his bed, the only illumination in the room being a very dim, yellow glow which was his from his headboard. His gnarled fingers were clasped across his chest, and his feebleness prevented him from making an effort to find another view. It had been an hour since his nurse had visited him and, accidentally or not, left the light on, and he was too tired to make the effort to switch it off.