Warmth in a winter's night:
"Charity cannot be accommodated where selfishness already resides."
December's icy winds of the night rushed through the streets of the quaint little town like a pack of hungry wolves and intended to consume anyone in its merciless chills.
An old man sat by the streets with no clothes to warm him and nowhere to call a home. No one offered him food or attire and he shivered, numb from the freezing cold.
Everyone had many layers of clothing and makeup, flashy looks that they needed to attend Christmas parties. They even seemed to have hearths waiting with warmth to render, but no one had anything to spare or lend the poor man.
All he needed was one cloak. When Life left him open in cold winds, only one cloak swept over him as he yeilded to its owner: Death.
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