Once upon a Christmas Eve, there were two lost souls. That sat high on a building, where no one would notice them. They sat and watched the hustle and bustle below. They saw people hurrying across the streets, watched cars honk angrily at eachother in the traffic.
"What is the point," inquired the first, "they are all to see their families, who they love very much, for the holiday, yet they act so cruel to those around them," The second soul pondered this.
"Well," spoke the soul, "some of these people have not seen their loved ones in some time. Perhaps they come home from wars, or perhaps a busy days work. They are all anxious to see who they love,"
The first soul sighed and looked back down. Some where below, there was a commotion. A young child cried, a broken candy can on the ground before them, its red and white spirals being trampled and crushed by the crowds.
"You see," said the first, "not one stops to help that child," The second soul, however, remained hopeful
"Just watch," they said softly. Some where below, another family walked by the crying child. They didn't stop, all but the youngest one. The youngest one looked. They must have, somewhere in their young mind, felt for the crying child. So, as it would happen, they reached into the pocket of their button down coat, and pulled put two whole candy canes, offering them to the other. The child's crying stopped as they reached for the sweets.

"See," said the second soul, "there is always light. Especially around this time of year," The first soul blinked.
"Perhaps there is..."