As I sit here in the train station awaiting my train (which is late-typical), I walk into the seating area and face the nerve-wracking decision of where to sit. Subconsciously I really am looking for the least threatening person in the room to sit by. I choose a seat next to an older woman who is knitting in the middle of the room. Hoping that she isn't a needle-murderer, I grab a seat next to her, which is conveniently right next to a charging station. Perfect!

So I take my coat off, put my ticket and wallet in my bag, and sit in my seat. As I take in my surroundings I see, or rather hear a group of annoyingly loud people who keep using foul language. I can't help but feel disgusted as there are many young children close to them. They are loudly going on about how "Mary is going to get my boot up her a**" and when one of them spills Dr. Pepper on themselves another says, "Damn you are saving that in your tits for later huh?" I sit here quietly observing them wishing I had the courage to tell them to mind the children in the room, but I, being all alone, thought that perhaps it would be best if I keep my opinions to myself.

Shaking that off, I unzip my bag, take out my laptop, and start to do some homework. I sit here and start typing away, when out of nowhere I hear the sweet sound of carolers fill the room. Everyone immediately turns their heads along with me, craning our necks in order to see where the sound is coming from.

Everyone's faces light up at the sound of the Christmas music, even the homeless man wakes up to the music and smiles. I look at him in particular, knowing that this made his day-you can see it on his face. His eyes sparkle and his smile takes up his entire face.

As I am kind of creepily staring at this man's reaction, the intercom in the station blares that my train is coming. I gather my things, pack away my chargers and laptop, and start walking to the platform. As I am walking, the group of rowdy, belligerent people from earlier are walking in front of me, and they start singing along with the carolers as they walk to the platform. I watch as one of the people from the rowdy group walks up to the homeless man, pulls out a wad of cash, hands it to the man and says, "Merry Christmas, man. Go grab something to eat and get a coat and a blanket for yourself." The homeless man looks up at him and thanks him profusely for the generous gift and starts collecting his things.

I walk up to the platform and think about the kind gesture I just witnessed, and I can't help but think that there truly is something special about the Christmas season. Something about Christmas gets people in the giving spirit. Who knows what really causes these moments of generosity-Christmas spirit or not, I can't help but believe that it is a God thing.

Merry Christmas!