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圣诞前的一个寒冷的夜里，他满心期待地排队等着买热腾腾的墨西哥玉米粉蒸肉时，发现前面有一位母亲因为把外套披在孩子身上而自己冻得瑟瑟发抖，迟疑片刻之后，他把自己的夹克脱下递给了那位母亲。 好不容易轮到自己，他却被告知这一屉玉米粉蒸肉已经卖完，要等到下一屉蒸熟还要等上两个钟头，但是他必须得走了。这时那位母亲拉住他，请他留下地址。于是，在圣诞前夕那天，他不但收到了自己的夹克，还收到了香甜美味的玉米粉蒸肉…… "It's my own fault." Carl Fenter tugged his jacket closer against the abnormal bite of cold morning wind. "The rest of the family is home, where it's warm." Just another one of his brilliant ideas - a bigtamale玉米粉蒸肉feast after tonight's Christmas Eve service at church - and look where it landed him: waiting in a line 50 people deep. Who would've guessed that every tamale shop in the city would be sold out the day before Christmas? But they were, as Carl knew. He'd been driving all over El Paso that morning. Determined to bring home the tamales, Carl tried one lasttienda商店, an old favorite out in Canutillo. When he arrived, a freshbatch一批，一炉was due off the steamer in 45 minutes. Taking his place at the end of the snaking line of tamale-seekers, he watched the woman in front of him remove her jacket todrape用布帘覆盖around hershivering颤抖的youngster. It wasn't long before she, too, shuddered in the chilly wind. After only a moment's hesitation, Carl shed his own jacket and offered it to the grateful mother. | 
