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Happy Holidays in Gary, Indiana
George Eastman is the postman on Receptive Avenue in Gary, Indiana. He has been delivering the mail there for a long time and knows the people along the street very well.
It was a cold day in December, still before the Christmas holidays. George had a mailbag full of presents, letters and Christmas cards for the people along Receptive Avenue. It was heavy, but not really. As he pushed through the snow banks and around the trees, he would occasionally try a skip and a hop because he was so happy! As he walked the route, he could hear sleigh bells, and occasionally would break into singing, “Happy Holidays” or “I’m Dreaming of A White Christmas,” which were his favorite songs.
He had just left a house with a sign that said “Watch Out For icicles!” Next house was Mirta’s and he was pretty sure the package he had for her was chocolates. Mirta had a large wreath on the door but George reached for the door knocker right in the middle of it and thumped it hard. He could hear Mirta hollering from inside, “Who is this?”
He yelled back, “It’s George, the Postman!”
“About time you got here,” she responded as she opened the door. And then seeing his bright smiles, she quickly said “Happy Holidays!” She talked to him for a couple of minutes. People talk more during holiday time, George noticed. Mirta also gave George some cookies to take home to his wife and kids. He added them to his mailbag.
George went house to house delivering the packages of books and toys saying something to each person, ”Thank you very much and continue to have a Merry Christmas.” Instead of his mailbag getting lighter, it seemed to get heavier because people kept giving him all kinds of wonderful cookies - chocolate, open faced jam cookies, spiced cookies, and lots of sugar cookies with tons of sprinkles (which he wasn’t able to get out of his mailbag till February!) Luckily, George had a mail cart with wheels that he pulled behind him, which helped him to carry the cookies home. That mail cart helped him get up when his joyful skipping and singing made him fall down!
George’s kids loved the cookies. He did, too! ###
This story was written by day residents of Alz Place in Gainesville, FL
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