The city was still half-asleep when Marco stepped out of the small maintenance building and pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. The air was bitterโone of those winter mornings where your breath hangs in front of you like smoke. His gloves were thin from years of use, and the handle of the broom felt extra cold in his hands.

To most people, it was Christmas Eve.
But to Marco, it was another workday.
For twenty-five years he had swept the city streetsโrain or shine, heat or frost. He was used to being invisible, moving quietly along the sidewalks before the foot traffic arrived. He didnโt expect thank-yous. He didnโt expect recognition. He simply did his job with a humble heart.
But this morningโฆ something unusual waited just around the corner.
A Quiet Street Filled With Holiday Glow
The city center was decorated with twinkling lights and garlands draped across lampposts. Store windows displayed Christmas trees, toy trains, and glowing stars. Even though Marco had seen the decorations a thousand times, he still paused for a moment.
He always loved Christmasโthe lights, the atmosphere, the sense of hope. But this year had been difficult. Bills piled up, his old car finally gave out, and heโd been stretching his pay farther than ever. He hadnโt even been able to buy a small present for his daughter yet.
Still, he swept the snow from the sidewalk with steady strokes, humming softly to himself.
Just another cold day.
Or so he thought.
A Meeting He Never Expected
โGood morning!โ Santa boomed, his voice warm and full of cheer.
Marco couldnโt help but laugh.
โWell, youโre a little early,โ he joked. โChristmas Eve is tonight.โ
Santa chuckled, adjusting the sack slung over his shoulder.
โYes, but I heard someone here has been working very hard. And Santa likes to say thank you when he can.โ
Marco glanced aroundโsurely Santa was talking to someone else. But the street was empty except for a few pigeons.
โMe?โ he asked.
โYes, you.โ
Santa stopped right in front of him, eyes crinkling in a kind smile.
โIโve watched you keep this street clean for years. Through storms, through long nights, through holidays when most people are home with family.โ
Marco shrugged, a little embarrassed.
โI just do my job.โ
โAnd you do it with pride,โ Santa replied. โThat matters.โ
A Gift From the Heart
Santa reached into his sack and pulled out a small red box wrapped with gold ribbon.
โWhatโs this?โ Marco asked, hesitant.
โA little something for someone who deserves to feel appreciated,โ Santa answered.
Marco opened the box slowly, unsure of what he would find. Inside was a pair of thick, insulated winter glovesโthe kind he could never afford but desperately needed. They were soft, warm, and high quality. His hands tingled just touching them.
He swallowed hard.
โIโฆ I donโt know what to say.โ
โTry them on,โ Santa encouraged.
Marco slipped them on, and his eyes widened. They fit perfectly.
The Second Surprise
But Santa wasnโt done.
โThereโs something else,โ he said, reaching back into his sack. He handed Marco a small envelope.
Marco opened it carefully. Inside was a gift card for the local toy storeโenough to buy his daughter the doll sheโd been dreaming about all year.
His breath caught in his throat.
โHow did youโฆโ
Santa winked.
โSanta knows things.โ
For a moment, Marco couldnโt speak. His eyes burned with emotion. He covered his face, overwhelmed by the kindness of a stranger dressed in red.