Your first night alone on Christmas eve, your parents kicked you out on jesus’ birthday, not the desired night to be left alone on in Canada. You stood under the street light, your fingers trembling while the snow feel on your finger tips.

The faint sound of Christmas carolers reached your ears, making you bite your lower lip. Christmas lights, decorations, songs all around the streets,everything reminded you of Christmas, nothing could make you forget.

The sound of a man coughing of the smoke that surrounded him caught your attention as the old man sat on the porch, sitting on the stone stairs.

“Chilly out here, isn't it?” He said, a small smile on his lips as he arched brow. “You shouldn't be out here, Boy,” He said as he stood up, taking cautious steps towards you, not trying to make you scared or anxious.

“Its Christmas eve after all, why don't you head home?” he said with a smile on his plush lips.