'Twas the night before Christmas in an unknown town, and an old man nicknamed “Coop” had sat himself down. He'd gotten his mail and through it all he did sift, and each bill-like letter made him look a bit miffed. He set them aside and chose instead to read through the cards he'd been sent that had pictures in them too. Ones with friends he hadn't seen for quite a long while. Seeing those old faces with fam'lies made him smile. Some cards let him know who was still hanging around, while others let him know who was now in the ground. Such things were the norm when one reached his advanced years. But his mem'ries of them helped