Today my car battery
accidentally drained
in a quiet parking lot
and I wondered what
in the world I would do
to get home.
From out of nowhere,
a man appeared with jumper
cables and spare time to help
in the frigid air.

Several attempts later, after driving his
car over a curb to reach mine, and
then pushing my car to a better, more
reachable place, success.
The stranger asked my name.
Merry Christmas, he said.
And he really meant it.

He not only restored my
battery, he restored my faith
and I thanked him and God
for yet another blessing
of the season.