Roger the postman is trying to read the addresses but it's taking an awful long time. He forgot is glasses at home. He is a very forgetful man. I would have turned around and went home. He's happy because this letter is written large enough so he can see it. His route is in Boyertown Pa. He thinks it may be a box of Christmas cookies. Sleigh bells ring. He hears Christmas music playing from the old fashoned gramaphone coming from inside of 445 cherry st. which just so happens to be his cousin Harry. Postage has gone up since then. Harry just may share the cookies. Roger get's on with his route.