Sinners confess at church on Christmas Eve.
It's the night beefore Christmas at Portsborough, New York. The snow blankets the ground, the shining lights, placed with great care, hang from the trees, and the smell of chestnuts roasting permeates the air.
Although the city is ready for Christmas, the people who are finding themselves in Trinity Church are not there to celebrate the borth of their Savior.
Instead, they find themselves confessing sins they meant to keep hidden from the world.