On Christmas Eve, I was busy checking my list and making sure my sleigh was ready for the big night when suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find a young girl, dressed in tattered clothes, who looked to be no more than six years old. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she was shivering from the cold. "Santa, please help me," she said, her voice barely a whisper. I felt a wave of compassion wash over me as I invited her inside.