my　sister　Jill　and　I　ran　out　of　the　Methodist　Church；　eager　to　get　home　and　play　with　the　presents　that　Santa　had　left　for　us　and　our　baby　sister　Sharon。　Across　the　street　from　the　church　was　a　Pan　American　gas　station　where　the　Greyhound　bus　stopped。　It　was　closed　for　Christmas；　but　I　noticed　a　family　standing　outside　the　locked　door；　huddled　under　the　narrow　overhang　in　an　attempt　to　keep　dry。　I　wondered　briefly　why　they　were　there　but　then　forgot　about　them　as　I　raced　to　keep　up　with　Jill。。　最好的txt下載網

另一種快樂（2）

Once　we　got　home；　there　was　barely　time　to　enjoy　our　presents。　We　had　to　go　off　to　our　grandparents’　house　for　our　annual　Christmas　dinner。　As　we　drove　down　the　highway　through　town；　I　noticed　that　the　family　was　still　there；　standing　outside　the　closed　gas　station。

My　father　was　driving　very　slowly　down　the　highway。　The　closer　we　got　to　the　turnoff　for　my　grandparents’　house；　the　slower　the　car　went。　Suddenly；　my　father　U…turned　in　the　middle　of　the　road　and　said；　“I　can’t　stand　it！”

“What？”　asked　my　mother。

“It’s　those　people　back　there　at　the　Pan　Am；　standing　in　the　rain。　They’ve　got　children。　It’s　Christmas。　I　can’t　stand　it。”

When　my　father　pulled　into　the　service　station；　I　saw　that　there　were　five　of　them：　the　parents　and　three　children—two　girls　and　a　small　boy。

My　father　rolled　down　his　window。　“Merry　Christmas；”　he　said。

“Howdy；”　the　man　replied。　He　was　very　tall　and　had　to　stoop　slightly　to　peer　into　the　car。

Jill；　Sharon；　and　I　stared　at　the　children；　and　they　stared　back　at　us。

“You　waiting　on　the　bus？”　my　father　asked。

The　man　said　that　they　were。　They　were　going　to　Birmingham；　where　he　had　a　brother　and　prospects　of　a　job。

“Well；　that　bus　isn’t　going　to　e　along　for