Under several white tents sat the forgotten people of Christmas. The people who often mark Christmas by watching those who actually mark it.

The age range revealed the vulnerables - grannies and children.

Here we were, at La, a suburb by the sea, where the story of Father Christmas lost its mythical status. This was real. The CEO of McDan Group of Companies, Daniel McKorley was here to fest them. Everything will be alright.

Things have indeed turned out well for Daniel, the underdog. He has been a messenger, a driver's mate, a houseboy, a doughnut seller and a kerosene seller.

His first degree came late -15 years later after dropping out of the University of Ghana. But life's underdog is now a top dog and McDan Shipping company which he owns has a presence in over 2,00 air and seaports.

After a busy business year, McDan splashed and dashed more than 300 widows and 500 children, a piece of the gospel packaged in goodies.

The party was a 24 hour non-stop philanthropy as the La community spent 30 December 2016 with a morning giveaway for widows, an afternoon 'let-the-children-come-to-me' with the kids and a street party into the night for the youths with energy to burn.

Five kilos of rice, kilos of cow meat, packets of bottled drinks for the widows. Packed lunch had a magnetic pull on the children of La as they sat jittery and excited n their chairs.

And many would not wait till home to devour its content.

They fixed their eyes on the plastic drink bottles and the food in quite a similar way that Christians are asked to fix their eyes on Christ.

Nora, a 76-year old widow cannot remember the last time she was at the receiving end of a total stranger's Christmas goodness.

Her husband died of stroke 11 years ago. She has been soldiering on alone since.  In talking about her past, she appeared unexcited. Deaths of friends and family within her generation littered her story of life so far.

But back to the present and the presents, she flashed a smile. She felt touched and wondered what would so ginger a man to unzip his - wallet.

McDan had sponsored the youths at La to organise a football tournament for a whole season. An attempt to encourage the raw bundles of energy to feel like Eden Hazard even for a fleeting moment.

The season was over. Top players got their top prizes but it was the entire community that got the surprise.

Huge vans pulled up in the dusty grounds. Giant speakers cordoned off the area and marked out the venue for the festivities.

It was at about 8am Saturday. White canopies went up and soon children showing no sign of having Christmas dress showed up with quite the same ordinariness of the shepherds by their flocks at night in Bethlehem.

A pastor prayed over the goodies and they were now good to go. There was a genuine sense of joy. And loud music made sure they gave expression to this feeling.

The loud songs only competed with the loud shout of women and widows who blessed in loud voices, CEO of McDan Group of Companies.

And whiles they heaped praises, Mr. Daniel McKorley was not even there to collect them.

Christ bridged the gulf between God and man. And this Christmas, McDan bridged the gap between those celebrate Christmas and those who watch it celebrated.