but i made myself smile so i could greet my little daughter with a pretense of happiness. she opened the door for me and threw herself in my arms, screaming joyously and demanding that we decorate the tree immediately.
peggy had proudly set our kitchen table for our evening meal and put pans out and three cans of food which would be our dinner. for some reason, when i looked at those pans and cans, i felt brokenhearted. we would have only hamburgers for our christmas dinner tomorrow.
i stood in the cold little kitchen, misery overwhelmed me. for the first time in my life, i doubted the existence and his mercy, and the coldness in my heart was colder than ice.
the doorbell rang and peggy ran fleetly to answer it, calling that it must be santa claus. then i heard a man talking heartily to her and went to the door. he was a delivery man, and his arms were full of parcels. this is a mistake, i said, but he read the name on the parcels and there were for me.
when he had gone i could only stare at the boxes. peggy and i sat on the floor and opened them. a huge doll, three times the size of the one i had bought for her. gloves. candy. a beautiful leather purse. incredible! i looked for the name of the sender. it was the teacher, the address was simply california, where she had moved.
our dinner the nigh was the most delicious i had ever eaten. i forgot i had no money for the rent and only fifteen dollars in my purse and no job. my child and i ate and laughed together in happiness.
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