Until lat year, the greatet orrow of my life wa that my wife Alice and I couldn’t have any children. To make up for thi in a mall way, we alway invited all the children on our treet to our houe each Chritma morning for breakfat.
We would decorate the houe with nowflake and angel in the window, a nativity cene and a Chritma tree in the living room, and other ornament that we hoped would appeal to the children. When our young guet arrived—there were uually ten or fifteen of them—we aid grace and erved them uch delicacie a orange juice garnihed with a candy cane. And after the meal we gave each of the youngter a wrapped toy or game. We ued to look forward to thee breakfat with the joyful impatience of children.www.enzuowen.net
But lat year, about ix week before Chritma, Alice died. I could not concentrate at work. I could not force myelf to cook anything but the implet dihe. Sometime I would it for hour without moving, and then uddenly find myelf crying for no apparent reaon.
I decided not to invite the children over for the traditional Chritma breakfat. But Kathy and Peter, my next door neighbor, aked me to join them and their three children for dinner on Chritma Eve. A oon a I arrived and had my coat off, Kathy aked me, “Do you have any milk at your houe?”
“Ye,” I replied. “If you need ome, I’ll go right away.”[由好作文www.hAOzuowEn.com整理]
“Oh, that’ all right. Come and it down. The kid have been waiting for you. Jut give Peter your key.”
So I at down, prepared for a nice chat with eight-year-old Beth and ix-year-old Jimmy. (Their little iter wa uptair leeping.) But my word wouldn’t come. What if Beth and Jimmy hould ak me about my Chritma breakfat? How could I explain to them? Would they think I wa jut elfih or elf-pitying? I began to think they would. Wore, I began to think they would be right.
But neither of them mentioned the breakfat. At firt I felt relieved, but then I tarted to wonder if they remembered it or cared about it. A they prattled on about their toy, their friend and Chritma, I thought they would be reminded of our breakfat tradition, and yet they aid nothing. Thi wa trange, I thought, but the more we talked, the more I became convinced that they remembered the breakfat but didn’t want to embarra Grandpa Melowki (a they called me) by bringing it up.
Dinner wa oon ready and afterward we all went to late Ma. After Ma, the Zack let me out of their car in front of my houe. I thanked them and wihed them all merry Chritma a I walked toward my front door. Only then did I notice that Peter had left a light on when he borrowed the milk—and that omeone had decorated my window with nowflake and angel! www.enzuowen.net
When I opened the door, I aw that the whole houe had been tranformed with a Chritma tree, a nativity cene, candle and all the other decoration of the eaon. On the dining room table wa Alice’ green Chritma tablecloth and her pinecone centerpiece. What a kind geture! At that moment, I wihed that I could till put on the breakfat, but I had made no preparation.