Stop in for a cup of coffee

Nice, Dave. That kind of love and memories last a lifetime. What a cool idea.

My Pop used to read us "T'was the night before Christmas," then after my sisters all went to bed, he would climb up on the roof and stomp around and ring jingle bells. In the morning, he'd ask my sisters, very serious, "you girls didn't hear anything last night, you weren't awake when Santa came, were you?" They would reply in unison, "NO, Daddy, we didn't hear anything."