She saw him standing there on the grate next to the department store building. She knew the opening under the grate had something to do with the building and that it was always a bit warmer than the rest of the side walk.
His coat seemed warm enough but his hands were exposed and his shoes were little more than pieces of rubber tied to his feet with cord. She spoke to him and asked if he would like a new pair of shoes. He responded that he had just asked Santa for a pair and hoped to get them for Christmas. She told him that she had been instructed to answer his request and he followed her into the store.
Making sure that the clerk got him some shoes with growing room and a couple of pairs of socks along with warm gloves she almost cried as he tried all of it on and lit up brighter than the Christmas tree in the store.
She asked him how he liked them and he said, great and with that ran out of the store and out of sight. As she paid for the purchase she thought to herself, this young generation, no gratitude. But as she turned to leave the boy came bursting through the front door, grabbed her by the leg and said, They really run good. Then he said Thank you, and I wonder are you Gods wife? Startled at the question she assure him that she was not Gods wife just a child of God. With those thankful eyes he said, I knew you had to be kin to Him. As told to me many years ago, I do not know to whom I should give credit, maybe others hearing the story is credit enough.