For children who work six days a week, Christmas is the one day of the year that belongs entirely to them. We make sure it is unforgettable.
In the brick kiln colonies there are no decorations, no gifts and no expectation of either. Most of these children have never received a wrapped present in their lives, and many have never eaten a slice of cake.
So each December we bring Christmas to them. A stage goes up in a dusty yard. There are carols in Urdu and Punjabi, games, a hot meal, a cake, new clothes where we can afford them, and a gift for every single child — every child goes home holding something.
And in the middle of it, the story is told plainly: a baby born in a stable to a poor family in an occupied country, because God so loved the world. In that setting, in that yard, it is not an abstract story. They understand it immediately.
We count the children first and buy accordingly. No child watches another one open a present and gets nothing.
In a culture where Christmas and Eid both mean new clothes, a child in the same worn shirt feels it deeply. We change that where we can.
Rice, chicken, sweets and cake — for many families the richest meal of their entire year.
Carols, a nativity play by the children themselves, and the Gospel preached simply to a courtyard full of families.
Our team photographs every celebration as it happens — the meal, the gifts, the carols — so you see exactly what your giving paid for.
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“Whatever you did for one of the least of these, you did for me.”Matthew 25:40
“Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.”John 7:37
“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”Psalm 119:105
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord.”
Luke 2:11
Fifteen dollars gives one child a present, a hot meal, a slice of cake, and one whole day where nobody asks them to work.
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