As the sun went down Christmas Eve, George sat down beside a coffee pot in the office of his gas station. December 24th had become just another day since his wife passed away several years earlier. He didn’t hate Christmas. He just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate it anymore. Suddenly, the office door opened, and a homeless man stepped inside. He didn’t want to deal with a homeless man that night, but he was glad for the company. So he told him to sit by the heater to warm up. “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” the stranger said. “No problem,” George said. Then he handed the man a thermos with stew, saying “It ain’t great, but it’s hot.”