Rain was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the 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 gas station. It was closed for Christmas, but I noticed a family standing outside the locked door, huddled (蜷缩) in an attempt to keep dry. I wondered why they were there but then forgot about them as I race to keep up with Jill. Once we got home, there was not enough time to enjoy our presents. We had to go off to our grandparents' house for the 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 (岔道) 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 gas station, standing in the rain. They've got children. It's Christmas. I can't stand it."