I see a man with a bag of messages…...Maybe his name is Harry, or Jerry. He looks amused about all of the letters and packages in the bag. He’s happy to have em’, it’s what puts food on the table, but he isn’t able to keep em’ and doesn’t really know where they go…….but he knows his route and he’ll get an idea of where they go. He’s in a cold, snowy area—not far from his home and he’s got no cover for his hand.
It’s Christmas time in No-where’s-ville and he looks pleasant and smiley. The air smells of fresh snow-blow—he’s happy!
I don’t see how he can walk around with his hands freezing, with a smile! He’s going out for dinner--that’s why! He’s going to dinner with his wife ‘cause it’s no fun to have dinner with anyone else.