Albert Christmas

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Abraham Simkin: Tomorrow we'll sit down with the stitcher. I'll show you everything.

Max Simkin: Oh, man, that thing is great, Pop. Where-where did we get it?

Abraham Simkin: The stitcher? Oh, that's a good story, actually. A long time ago, on the coldest of winter nights, a vagrant came knocking at the door of our shop. Your great-great-grandfather gave him shelter when no one else would. He fed the man, mended his shoes... In the morning, the vagrant...