The Hidden Goodness of Kind Souls

I didn't want anyone to have a sad Christmas, so I roamed Manhattan's star-decorated streets, where many a homeless weeps... where was I to find that someone, if not in that corner where a barrel fire was? By God's grace, I found that unhappy person in ragged clothes to give my four presents to, ending the drama of his woe by bringing coat, shoes, gloves and a long scarf to erase the misery of a beggar whose cold night was rough; he widely smiled when I leaned forward and offered him my gifts! Bewildered folks wearing the latest fashion attire, did not have the decency of stooping down and give him a single quarter, and doing so they killed the Christmas' spirit entirely... a generous spirit well-known in this city; yes, my anger could have made me lash out at them with indignation, but realizing how greedy people can be withholding love: I gasped in relief to discover a creche of our Savior so cheery along the festive Fifth Avenue to get rid of my frustration! What I found there was a Heaven-inspired sight of gleaming angel's hovering the stable announcing Christ's glorious birth... while beneath bang-pipers and trumpets players, glowing with mirth, accompanied the youngest choir singing, "Holy Night." Perhaps venturing out in the cold of the wealthiest city, gave me the opportunity to realize the hidden goodness of kind souls that give away their humble presents in various forms, not expecting anything in return...but rejoice in the delightful sound of harmony.