Christmas Miracle

It was cold outside, the frost nipping at my exposed skin and my jacket bundled around me tight. I was walking home from a friends, stupid Idea considering it was 2 miles away. I kicked the small snow-ice chunks on the walk until all there was was smooth snow to step on. My golden brown searched the sky to see how long until the sun was set and it was dark. I estimated 20 minutes. I kept walking, my small nose running from the cold and my toes freezing in my flats. My skinny jeans were freezing to my legs. It was almost Christmas. Christmas lights lit the sky and trees filled the windows. There was always a spare smile to go around. I sighed and looked to the snowy side-walk.
"Damn it" A guy said when I accidentally ran into his shoulder. I heard something drop.
"Oh no I'm sorry!" I looked at his face in the dim lighting of the Christmas lights on a near house. He had tan skin a chiseled face and light blue eyes. He was very handsome.
"It's fine" He said bending over to grab his papers.
"What is that?" I asked Helping him.
"A gift" he said simply.
"Oh, can I ask for who?"
"The food shelter" I was confused
"Huh?"
"There's a food shelter, the food shelter lets people live there and take refuge. I'm bringing each person there an envelope" I nodded. I heard of the place it was called Rodric Grove.
"Oh that place! Yeah me and my family were going to sing there" The boy laughed.
"You're the ones they always complain about?"
"What?" I asked a little too rudely.
"Well they say they don't like when people sing to them I don't know why they just don't. I think they may have said something about your pitch." I rolled my eyes.
"We practice all year for this it must be there ears" He shook his head.
I obviously crossed the line.
"Well I'll see you soon then?" He asked.
"Sure..."
"I'm Tristan by the way, Tristan Sanyel" He stuck out his hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Amy Clarecas" He smiled and waved. I did too. He began to walk away. It was dark now and I had to get home. He seemed like a decent kid, I finally reached home.
"Mom, are we singing to the elderly Christmas?" I asked as I got inside and hung up my coat.
"Of course! We do it every year." She exclaimed.
"Well yeah but they say they don't like us singing" I broke it to her.
"Who told you that!?"
"A boy named Tristan Sanyel" My mother laughed.
"That boy he's such a trickster, I can't believe he's already 18, how is he?"
"Um he looked fine to me..."
"Now we really do have to go to the Rodric Grove, I haven't seen him since he was 14!" My mom was running her mouth like always doing dishes and telling me how great of a kid he was. He's two years older than me I found out and his parents died in a house fire when he was 11.
"You know, he was a Christmas miracle" My mom said matter - of - fact like.
My eyes widened as I Shook my head.
"Yeah he was a miracle alright" My mom smiled.
Now I was left wondering what had gone on that Christmas day. I sat there and thought, and thought and even thought some more, I couldn't come up with any answers...
I was now very curious about him.