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Christmas Morning（第1页）

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AlightdrizzlewasfallingasmysisterJillandIranoutoftheMethertogethomeandplaywiththepresentsthatSaforusandourbabysister，Sharon。AcrossthestreetfromthechurchanAmerigasstatireyhoundbusstopped。Itwasas，butInoticedafamilystandihelockeddoor，huddleduhenarriokeepdry。IwonderedbrieflywhytheyweretherebutthenfotaboutthemasIracedtokeepupwithJill。

&home，therewasbarelytimetoenjoyourpreseogoras’houseforourannualChristmasdinner。Aswedrovedownthehighwaythroughtown，Ihefamilywasstillthere，standiheclosedgasstation。

Myfatherwasdrivingveryslowlydownthehighway。Theclottotheturnras’house，theslowerthet。Suddenly，myfatherU-turhemiddleoftheroadandsaid，“Idit!”

“What?”askedmymother。

“It'sthosepeoplebackthereatthePanAm，standihey'vegot。It'sChristmas。Idit。”

&herpullediation，Isawthattherewerefiveofthem:theparentsandthree—twogirlsandasmallboy。

Myfatherrolleddo。“MerryChristmas，”hesaid。

“Howareyou，”themanreplied。Hewasverytallandhadtostoopslightlytopeerintothecar。

Jill，Sharon，ahe，aaredbackatus。

“Youwaitingonthebus?”myfatherasked。

Themansaidthattheywere。Theyweregoingtham，wherehehadabrotherasofajob。

&busisn’tgoingtoealongforseveralhours，aiandinghere。Winborn’sjustailesuptheroad。They’vegotashedwithacoverthere，andsomebenches，”myfathersaid。“Whydon'ty’allgetinthedI’llrunyouupthere。”

&houghtaboutitforamoment，andtheohisfamily。Theytothecar。Theyhadheclothesthey>

&tledin，myfatherlookedbackoverhisshoulderaheifSantahadfouhreeglumfacesmutelygavehimhisanswer。

“Well，Ididn’tthinkso，”myfathersaid，winkingatmymother，“beIsawSantathism，hetoldmethathewashavingtroublefindingyouall，andheaskedmeifhecouldleaveyourtoysatmyhouse。We'lljustgotogetthembeforeItakeyoutothebusstop。”

Allatohree'sfaceslitup，aoboundinthebackseat，laughingandg。

&outofthecaratourhouse，thethreeranthroughthefrontdohttothetoysthatwerespreadoutunderourChristmastree。OhegirlsspiedJill’sdollaelyhuggedittoherarms。IrememberthatthelittleboygrabbedSharon’sball。AhergirlpiethihishappenedalothememoryofitremaiwastheChristmaswhenmysistersahejoyofmakingothershappy。

Mymotherhemiddlechildwaswearingashort-sleeveddress，soshegavethegirlJill’soo>

BathethewaytoWinborn，myfatheraskedthemanifhehadmoneyforbusfare。

Hisbrotherhadsehemansaid。

Myfatheriojoinusatras’forChristmasdiheparentsrefused。Everiedtotalkthemintoing，theywerefirmintheirde。

Myfatherreatohispodpulledouttwodollars，whichwasallhehadleftuntilhispayday。Hepressedthemoheman’shariedtogiveitback，butmyfatheri’llbelatewheham，andthesewillbehuhe。I’vebeenbrokenbefore，andIknowwhatit’slikewhenyou’tfeedyourfamily。”