It's the holiday season! My dad works in a setting where recieving gifts from coworkers is not uncommon. I guess his coworkers took note of the "large coffee black" he holds in his hand every morning and so this particular year gave him a stack of Tim cards!
A thick blanket of snow covers the city on this particular morning and my dad bribes me with a Timmie's hot chocolate to help him shovel the snow off our ski-hill of a driveway, showing off his his Tim cards.
I agree so we bundle up and head outside. Its FREEZING today, even for a seasoned Canadian, but we work through it to clear the snow.
We nearly finish and a man, presumably homeless approaches my father and I to ask if he could perhaps look through our recyling to collect a few items he may be able to exchange for money.
We of course tell him he is welcome to shop around in our recyling if he so desires and finish up our shovelling job.
My dad and I get into the car to drive to the closest Tim Horton's and the man begins to exit our driveway and walk down the sidewalk with a cloth back of his belongings over his shoulder.
We watch him as he walks away and I ask "hey dad? Do you think I could have one of your Tim cards? For him?"
My dad thinks this is a wonderful idea and I chase after the man.
"Sir! Sir!" I yell running towards him. He steps off the cleared sidewalk and into a heap of snow to get out of my way and is shocked when I stop in front of him.
"Merry Christmas!" I say, holding out a Tim card for him.
"Merry Christmas to you too," he replies "God bless."