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Asayoungboy,Isometimestraveledthecountryroadswithmydad.Hewasaruralmailcarrier~andon
Saturdayshewouldaskmetogowithhim.Drivingthroughthecountrysidewasalwaysanadventure:Therewereanimalstosee,peopletovisit,andchocolatecookiesifyouknewwheretostop,andDaddid.
Inthespring,Daddeliveredboxesfullofbabychickens,andwhenIwasaboyitwassuchfuntostickyourfingersthroughoneoftheholesoftheboxesandletthebabybirdspeckonyourfingers.
OnDad'sfinaldayofwork,ittookhimwellinto"theeveningtocompletehisroundsbecauseatleastone
memberfromeachfatuitywaswaitingattheirmailboxtothankhimforhisfriendshipandhisyearsofservice."Twohundredandnineteenmailboxesonmyroute,"heusedtosay,""andastoryateveryone."Oneladyhadno
mailbox,soDadtookthemailintohereverydaybecauseshewasnearlyblind.Onceinside,hereadhermailand
helpedherpayherbills.
Mailboxesweresometimesusedforthingsotherthanmail.Onenoteleftinamailboxread,"Nat,taketheseeggstoMarian;she'sbakingacakeanddoesn'thaveanyeggs."Mailboxesmightheburiedinthesnow,orbroken,orlyingontheground,butthemailwasalwaysdelivered.OncolddaysDadmightfindoneofhiscustomerswaitingforhimwithacupofhotchocolate.Ayounggirlwrotelettersbuthadnostamps,sosheleftafewbuttonsontheenvelopeinthemailbox;Dadpaidforthestamps.OnebusinessmanusedtoleavelargeamountsofcashinhismailboxforDadtotaketothebank.Once,theamountcameto$32,000.
Adozenyearsago,whenItraveledbacktomyhometownonthesadoccasionofDad'sdeath,themailboxes
alongthewayremindedmeofsomeofhisstories.IthoughtIknewthemall,butthatwasn'ttheease.
AsIdrovehome,Inoticedtwolamppoles,oneoneachsideofthestreet.Whenmydadwasaround,thosepolessupportedwoodenboxesaboutfourfeetofftheground.Oneboxwaspaintedgreen,andtheotherwasred,andeachhadalongnarrowholeatthetopwithwhitelettering:SANTACLAUS,NORTHPOLE.ForyearschildrenhaddroppedletterstoSantathroughthoseholes.
Imadeaturnatthecomeranddrovepastthepostofficeandacrosstherailroadtrackstoourhouse.MomandIweresittingatthekitchentablewhenIheardfootsteps.There,atthedoor,stoodFrankTownsend,Dad's
postmasterandgreatfriendformanyyears.Soweallsatdownatthetableandbegantotellstories.
AtonepointFranklookeda~mewithtearsinhiseyes."Whatarewegoingtodoaboutthelettersthis
Christmas?"heasked.
"Theletters?"
"Iguessyouneverknew."
"Knewwhat?"
"Remember,whenyouwereakidandyouusedtoputyourletterstoSantainthosegreenandredboxesonMainStreet?Itwasyourdadwhoansweredallthoseletterseveryyear."
Ijustsattherewithtearsinmyeyes.Itwasn'thardformetoimagineDadsittingattheoldoaktableinour
basementreadingthoselettersandansweringeachone.IhavesincespokenwithseveralofthepeoplewhoreceivedChristmaslettersduringtheirchildhood,andtheytoldmehowamazedtheywerethatSantahadknownsomuchabouttheirhomesandfamilies.
Forme,justknowingthatstoryaboutmyfatherwasthegiftofalifetime.
阅读以上短文，回答题 A．greatchancestohelpotherpeople
B．happyoccasionstoplaywithbabychickens
C．excitingexperienceswithalotoffun
D．goodopportunitiestoenjoychocolatecookies