Christmas Eve        
      “Go talk to your professors, do something. The entire
summer you worked for the university and they paid you
nothing,” she wiped her tears.

      “I owe them for the tuition of the last two semesters.”

      “Talk to the Foreign Students Advisor. Tell her we’ve
two small kids, they need food. How could we pay for the

      “I already talked to her. She said that’s the university
policy. If there is a balance, they garnish my income.”

      “They do what to your income?”

      “Garnish, I looked it up in dictionary. It means they
decorate my paycheck. She said I wouldn’t graduate if all
debts are not paid in full.”

       “So, why are they holding your paychecks? You’re
not skipping town. Where do you go without your
diploma? Did you tell her this summer you’ll go to Chicago
to drive a cab? Tell her you’ll save two thousand dollars
and pay off your debts.” she was carving out the rotten
parts of the potatoes.

      “Listen honey. They don’t care about our problems.
We’ll be lucky if they don’t increase the foreign students’
tuition before I graduate. They’re planning to have three
different types, In-State, Out-of-State and Out-of- Country

      “I’m not worried about two years from now. How can
we survive this winter?” she shrieked.

      He took a deep breath, “Well, don’t keep your hopes
high but maybe I can get a job during this Christmas
break,” he restrained his excitement.        

      “Doing what? How much do they pay?” Her eyes

      “The minimum wage is $1.60 per hour. This guy has
work for two full weeks. He got a contract from the
university to clean up the brushes and broken trees on
campus roads. The heavy snow knocked down so many. ”

      “Oh, that’s perfect. If you work eight hours a day for
two weeks, you’ll make $128.” she was punching numbers
on the calculator.

      “Before school starts, I can make enough to pay for
the next month’s rent.”

      “We’ll still have $38 left,” she said. “You know that
Aida’s birthday is on Christmas day, don’t you?” she

      “How can I forget? Everyone in this country
celebrates our daughter’s birthday.” he grinned.

      “Who is this guy? I hope he doesn’t change his mind
the last minute like the last guy who wanted to hire you.
We need this money. ” her words blended with the steam
coming out of the boiling pot.          

      “He lives here in our complex, in building K. Do you
remember the blonde girl you were talking to in the
laundry room the other day?”

      “The one who was asking about our kids?”

      “Yes, that’s his wife. Her husband’s name is Bruce.
They’re both from Topeka. He said they were High School
sweethearts. Whatever the heck that means. Americans
have names for everything.” he said.

      “They got married last year. She loves to have
children but her husband wants them to wait for both to
finish school first. She’s just a junior,” she pensively

      “When he told me about this job, he once mentioned
the work permit. But I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

      “Is he in your class?”

      “Yeah, in my Fluid Mechanics class. He’s graduating
next semester though. I can’t believe this guy. He’s too
prudent, always nervous about something. He pays in-
state tuition which is almost half of what I pay per
semester and he receives federal grants and a student
loan.  He has no expenses until he graduates, already
had a few job interviews and received two job offers so
far. He’s still worried about his future.  Life is so easy for
American students,” his gaze was fixated on their sleeping

      “What do we do for a Christmas tree? Kids love to
have one decorated,” she asked.

      “Look! Look out the window woman. Why do you think
God has planted so many trees right in our backyard?
Tonight I’ll cut a nice small one,” he said.

      “Didn’t you see the notice in the laundry about
destruction of university properties? There’s a $50 fine if
they catch you,” she sighed.

      “Don’t worry my dear. Law does not apply to us, we’re
not from Kansas. Why do you think I’m paying Out-Of-
Sate rate for my education? The penalty for cutting trees
is already included in my tuition,” he grinned.

      “Just be careful please.”

      “Where is the Christmas box full of ornaments we
bought from the garage sale in summer?” he asked.

      “I can’t believe we paid only fifty cents for the whole
box. It’s under the bed. I looked inside it the other day. It
has everything, lights, candy canes, frosted balls, a
chubby Santa figurine and a shiny gold star for the top.”
She was excited.
“The kids will be so surprised in the morning to see the
blinking lights on the tree,” she continued.

      “You see. There’s always hope,” he said.

       “We’re running out of milk,” her voice suddenly

      “Tomorrow, after the exam, I’ll walk to the Safe-Way
to get milk. The car broke again.”

      “How far is it?” she asked.

      “It should be about five miles to get there and come
back. It’s on the other side of campus. The walk is not
long but the damn wind is intolerable. Oh, I hate Kansas

      “How much does it cost to fix the car?” she wanted to
subtract this expense from his paycheck.

      “If I take it to this mechanic shop at five in the morning
before his boss shows up, he will do it for $25. The timing
belt is out.”

      “It’s leaking oil too,” she said.

      “That’s too expensive to fix.”  

      “But It’s so embarrassing, oil is dripping everywhere
in the parking lot.”  

      “Yes, but the mess is covered by fresh snow every
day, isn’t it?  God is on our side. You see, usually drivers
pull into a gas station and ask the attendant to fill up the
gas tank and check the oil. We just need to say the
opposite, please fill up the oil and check the gas.” They
burst in laughter.

      “We don’t have much cheese and cereal either,” she

      “For cheese, juice and cereal, we have to wait until
the first of the month to get our WIC checks.”

      “Can’t we get Food Stamps?”

      “You wish. That’s for citizens. But I have good news
for you. I heard there is a church on the intersection of
Yuma and Juliet that gives away a loaf of Cheddar cheese
to the WIC recipients, sometimes a sack of flour too,” he

      “I can bake bread.”

      “Bread? Bread is for poor people. We’ll make Pizza
with free dough and free cheese.

      “Pizza needs Mozzarella cheese dummy.”

      “You’re very particular! Believe me sharp cheddar
would be just fine,” he smiled.

      “I guess so. Kids don’t know the difference. They love

       Two days later, he took the last exams and the fall
semester ended. The entire week before Christmas, he
worked on campus roads removing broken limbs,
shoveling snow and cleaning isles. And at home, the little
Christmas tree never failed to dazzle the kids. The lights
constantly blinked red, blue and green. The chubby Santa
on the limb bobbed his head to left and right and the lucky
star sparkled in the dark at night.     
      On Christmas Eve when he finished the work, Bruce
was leaning on his truck waiting for him. “I’m sorry man, I
can’t pay you, believe me I didn’t know this but I was told
foreign students on F-1 visa are not allowed to work for
private employers; you can only work for the university. I
don’t want to get in trouble by paying you,” he spit the
black chewed tobacco out on the snow before getting in
the truck.

      Suddenly the cold wind slapped him, he was numb.
Words froze on his tongue.

      Before driving off, Bruce said, “At the end of January,
when I get my paycheck, the university pays you forty five
dollars for this week after 25% deduction for income tax of
course. I’m sorry man but I can’t pay you on my own, that’
s against the law.”

      He walked home on slippery sidewalks in the dusk.
The bitter cold pierced through his shabby coat. His head
sunk to his chest breathing inside and counting the
number of pizzas he had to deliver to make ends meet this
month. Where do I get twenty five dollars to fix the car and
who orders pizza on Christmas Break anyway? The school
is closed, most student leave the town for holidays.  The
bone chilling thoughts marred his mind. Christmas was

      He entered the Safe-Way Grocery Store preoccupied
with his daughter’s second birthday and wandered
aimlessly in the isles checking prices. As he darted out of
the store looking down to avoid eye contacts; a few
moments later he was frozen in place by a strong hand
tapping on his shoulder.

       The huge store manager searched his pockets and
two small birthday candles and a little tube of cherry flavor
cake icing were all he found.