Black knit gloves

Here's another idea for an inexpensive Christmas gift:

Give this poem with a pair of black knit gloves (Walmart - a dollar or
two)

Doers and Dreamers
The woman who slouched in the front seat of the bus distressed me. Her
hair was matted, her face dirty, and though it was a cold night
outside, she was wearing only a flimsy cotton dress and a blanket
through which she had torn holes for her arms.
What should I do? I wondered. She was so obviously in need. And at
Christmas time, too. Wasn't there some shelter I could direct her to,
some place where she'd get all the attention she required? No, I
finally reasoned, her problems were too much for me.
As I pondered - and rejected - possible solutions to the woman's
plight, the bus came to a stop.
A young man, poorly dressed but neat, rose to leave. He had got out and
the bus had started up again before I really noticed what he had done.
He had slipped off his black knit gloves and laid them on her lap.

John R. Sisley, Jr.