A man rings my doorbell. When I answer he is standing away from the door, as though not to frighten me. In broken English he asks if I have any work. A number of years ago a similar man knocked at my door on Christmas Eve with the same question. That day I had work that needed to be finished in the yard so I gave him work. He still works for us many years later. So this time I sadly shake my head and say no, I'm sorry I don't have anything. He says thank you and walks on to the next house. I come back into my nice warm house and wonder what I should have done.