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最牛英语口语培训模式：躺在家里练口语，全程外教一对一，三个月畅谈无阻！ 洛基英语，免费体验全部在线一对一课程：/ielts/xd.html（报名网址） 　　A miserable and merry Christmas？ How could it be？ 　　A Miserable， Merry Christmas 　　Christmas was coming. I wanted a pony. To make sure that my parents understood， I declared that I wanted noting else. 　　“Nothing but a pony？” my father asked. 　　“Nothing，” I said. 　　“Not even a pair of high boots？” 　　That was hard. I did want boots， but I stuck to the pony. “No， not even boots.” 　　“Nor candy？ There ought to be something to fill your stocking with， and Santa Claus can‘t put a pony into a stocking，” 　　That was true， and he couldn’t lead a pony down the chimney either 。 But no. “All I want is a pony，” I said. “If I can‘t have a pony， give me nothing， nothing.” 　　On Christmas Eve I hung up my stocking along with my sisters. 　　The next morning my sisters and I woke up at six. Then we raced downstairs to the fireplace. And there they were， the gifts， all sorts of wonderful things， mixed-up piles of presents. Only my stocking was empty; it hung limp; not a thing in it; and under and around it —— nothing. My sisters had knelt down， each by her pile of gifts; they were crying with delight， till they looked up and saw me standing there looking so miserable. They came over to me and felt my stocking： nothing. 　　I don’t remember whether I cried at that moment， but my sisters did. They ran with me back to my bed， and there we all cried till I became indignant. That helped some. I got up， dressed， and driving my sisters away， I went out alone into the stable， and there， all by myself， I wept. My mother came out to me and she tried to comfort me. But I wanted no comfort. She left me and went on into the house with sharp words for my father. 　　My sisters came to me， and I was rude. I ran away from them. I went around to the front of the house， sat down on the steps， and， the crying over， I ached. I was wronged， I was hurt. And my father must have been hurt， too， a little. I saw him looking out of the win