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The piano player began to sing loudly "Good King Wenceslaus," beating the keys with magic hands, nodding his head in rhythm.
鋼琴師急速地彈起了“好國王瓦茨拉夫”舞曲，魔力十足的雙手敲擊著琴鍵，頭和著樂曲的旋律頻頻點動。
My wife waved her flower in time to the music. She was radiant and appeared twenty years younger. The tears had left her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up in laughter. She began to sing, and our three sons joined her, bellowing the song with uninhibited enthusiasm.
我的妻子也隨著音樂的節奏揮動著那朵鮮花。她容光煥發，仿佛一下子年輕了20歲。淚水不見了，嘴角上綻出笑容。她啟動歌喉，放聲歌唱，我們的三個兒子隨聲和了起來，縱情高歌。
Gut! Gut! shouted the Germans. They jumped on their chairs and began singing the words in German. The waiter embraced the flower woman. Waving their arms, they sang in French. The Frenchman who had slapped the boy beat rhythm with his fork against a bottle. The lad climbed on his lap, singing merrily too.
“好！好！”德國人高聲喝彩。他們跳到椅子上，并用德語唱起這支歌。服務員上前擁抱著賣花的老太太，兩人揮舞手臂，用法語唱了起來。那個打了兒子一巴掌的法國男子用餐叉敲擊著酒瓶打起了拍子，那個男孩爬上他爸爸的膝頭，歡快地唱起歌來。
The Germans ordered wine for everyone. They delivered it themselves, hugging the other customers. One of the French families called for champagne ― made the rounds, kissing each of us on both cheeks. The owner of the restaurant started "The First Noel," and we all joined in, half of us crying.
德國人請在場的每個人喝酒。人們自斟自飲，相互擁抱。其中的一家法國人要來了香檳——到每張桌上給人敬酒，親吻每個人的雙頰。飯館老板帶頭唱起《第一個圣誕節》，我們大家都跟著唱，其中有半數人是含淚唱的。
People crowded in from the street until many customers were standing. The walls shook as hands and feet kept time to the Christmas carols.
人們絡繹不絕地從街上向餐館涌來，后來連位子都不夠了，一些顧客只好站著。人們和著圣誕歌的節奏手舞足蹈，聲音震動了餐廳的四壁。
The miserable evening in a dull restaurant ended up being the very best Christmas Eve we had ever experienced just because of a young sailor who had Christmas spirit in his soul. He released the love and joy that had been smothered within us by anger and disappointment. He gave us Christmas.
原本是在一家簡陋小餐館里的一個凄涼夜晚，結果竟變成我們一生中最最美好的圣誕前夜。這多虧那位靈魂中閃爍著圣誕精神的年輕海員。是他釋放了我們心中那被憤懣和失望壓抑的愛心和快樂。他賜給了我們圣誕的歡樂。
