My father's favorite Christmas song was White Christmas. My father often told me that it was the most beautiful Christmas song he had ever heard.
My father really liked Christmas. As children, we would always get a gift on Christmas. We were poor, but my father always gave something to the poor at this time of year. He told me that no matter how poor we were, there was always someone poorer.
My father was diagnosed（诊断）with cancer in the summer of 1991. He suffered from treatments（治疗）for months. Then he was told there was nothing left that could be done. In December 1992, my mother and brother rushed him to hospital. He lost his ability to speak and often became very nervous when we failed to understand him.
One day, a friend gave me a Christmas box, which played the tune（曲子）of White Christmas. Knowing my father loved this song, I brought it to his room in the hospital. When he became nervous, I let him listen to the tune. It seemed to comfort（安慰）my father as he often became quiet when listening to it. My father died a week after he entered the hospital. He did not suffer much from his cancer.
Although this story may not be a happy one, it is memorable one for me. A simple Christmas song brought my father joy in life and comfort near the end of his life. I bring the Christmas box out every Christmas. Although it does not play a tune any more, it brings back the memory of my father and his love of the song White Christmas.
