At Christmastime, he always thought of his father.
When he was a boy, at Christmastime, his father would take him to the grocery. They would buy a cart full of food, then drive to a house in the poor part of town. He would help his father carry the bags to the back door and hand them to the smiling people inside.
He asked his father why they did this.
“They don’t have much, and we do.”
Now he sat on the cold sidewalk and smiled as a man dropped change into his basket.
“Thank you,” he said. “Merry Christmas.”
When he was a boy, at Christmastime, his father would take him to the grocery. They would buy a cart full of food, then drive to a house in the poor part of town. He would help his father carry the bags to the back door and hand them to the smiling people inside.
He asked his father why they did this.
“They don’t have much, and we do.”
Now he sat on the cold sidewalk and smiled as a man dropped change into his basket.
“Thank you,” he said. “Merry Christmas.”
