It was the presence of the children, new to the idea of Christmas, or presents! They gazed in awe at the orphanage’s living room, complete with a huge decorated tree surrounded by brightly wrapped gifts.
“Holy crap” yelled the oldest, a thirteen year old boy who’d spent the last couple of years homeless. His clothes were ragged and holey, and the warm room was a nice refuge.
The church van went searching every Christmas Eve and gathered up as many street kids they could find, a wholly beneficial act of kindness.