The snowfall in Portland this past week had me taking the bus to and from work every day. On one of the coldest, windiest, snow drivingest days of them all, I boarded the bus a stop before a thin older man got on. He was dressed in ragged clothes too thin to keep him warm, and was talking to himself and rocking back and forth. He sat down across from a well-dressed man who kept an eye on the thin man for the entirety of his ride. Just before the bus reached his stop, the well-dressed man stood up and handed the thin man his gloves - his hi-tech, expensive-looking gloves. The thin man looked up and asked, "For Christmas?" "Yes, Merry Christmas," said the well-dressed man as he exited the bus.
I hope this Christmas that your hands and hearts are warm, and that each of us spreads that warmth to those around us. Merry Christmas, friends.