Life in the shelter is difficult, but when the winter holidays come, there is a thrill and a sense of anticipation of a miracle.

You, a little child, were sitting and writing a letter. Noticing a familiar male figure through the window, you, like all the other children, quickly looked out from behind the room.

It was John Price, your benefactor, who often visited your orphanage, bringing money, clothes, toys and sweets.

You ran up to him and handed him the letter, the man smiled and took the envelope and read it.

A week later, you get back on your feet and you see it. Your request has been fulfilled, and a playground has appeared in the backyard. A joy that cannot be described in words.