It was still a long way, especially when a wind was blowing in. Trint reached for his jacket and 1  when he saw the box on the passenger seat. His mother had been 2  him spending Christmas on the road  3 and had given him a box filled with 4. His mum still 5 him like a kid, though he was a driver now. He reached into the stocking and 6 a toy truck that looked a lot like his truck. He wondered how many stores his mother had to go before she found such a close match.   7 filled his eyes.

He climbed out of his cab(驾驶室) and ran into the all­night cafe,  8  which many truckers were eating and talking. And a family of three were huddled(挤在一起) in a corner, tired and 9.

Trint  10  the boy. No kid should have to spend Christmas Eve in a truck stop.

Trint missed his family. His mum raised four kids by herself,  11 no matter how 12  life was, she'd always make sure they had a good Christmas. Then he 13  his box in the truck.

He looked at the kid again and knew what he had to do. He forced himself into the 14outside to open his truck. He took the 15 out of the cab and hurried back to the warmth of the cafe. He walked to the family. “I think  16  left this for you，” Trint said and handed the red stocking to the boy. “Tell Santa…well, tell him 17 ， ” the boy's father said and shook Trint's hand long and hard. The mother smiled gratefully. The boy  18  reached out and caught the stocking and dug inside.

Trint felt good. He had a job he loved, clear weather and miles of open roads ahead. He wasn't  19  any more, or lonely. He loved this life and he wouldn't 20 a thing.

     —Is the film really worth________twice？