When I lived in Atlanta, we had two refugees from Soviet Georgia...a sister and a brother, in their early 20's...I will never forget the joy and amazement on their faces the first time we took them to the farmers market/grocery store near us...they picked up food...smelled them, laughed, shouted to each other in their native tongue, and filled our cart with things they did not have access to in their own country...it was one of the most sobering moments in my adult life...the things we take for granted...food...gave me a new appreciation for my privileged life and made me a supporter of many more refugees since then.

Canada just wants to give them a snow hug.

I had watery eyes watching this. I'm not boasting about Canada, because other countries accept refugees, but I just started thinking how those little kids have been spared from experiencing some horrible stuff.