1921年圣诞节前夜,将近六点钟,普赖斯一家刚刚互赠了节日礼品。父亲摇摇晃晃地站在一张椅子上,身子紧贴着圣诞树,用他那沾湿了的手指在掐灭淡红色的小小烛焰。母亲在外面厨房里忙碌着,她把餐具和土豆色拉端进了起居间,说道：“小香肠马上就热了!”她的丈夫爬下椅子,高兴地拍拍手,大声对她说：“有芥末吗?”她没有答话回身取了盛芥末的瓶子嘱咐说：“弗利克斯,买芥末去!小香肠已经热好了。” Nearly six o’clock on the eve of Christmas 1921, the Price family just handed each other a holiday gift. Father staggered in a chair, body close to the Christmas tree, with his wet fingers pinch off the small red light candle flame. Her mother, who was busy in the kitchen outside, put the cutlery and potato salad into the living room and said: “The little sausage is hot right now!” Her husband climbed down the chair and clapped her hand happily and said to her loudly, “Yes Was the mustard? ”She did not reply and took the bottle of mustard and asked:“ Flikes, mustard to go! The small sausage has been hot. ”