圣诞节一定会见到圣诞树,圣诞树上挂满了彩灯和小礼物,圣诞老人背着一个红袋子到处发小礼物给路上的行人,身边的人个个都开心不已。街边的商店无限循环铃儿响叮当这首歌,只有这样才有种过圣诞的氛围。我忍不住写了一篇圣诞节作文投稿到留学群作文栏目,我的快乐圣诞节就这样度过了。
A light drizzle was falling as 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.
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, standi...