A Chanuka Love Story

Many years ago, in the 1920's lived David. He was a new American, immigrated from Hungary several years earlier as a thirteen year old, and determined to stay religious in an environment which, we all know was not kind to Shomrei Shabbos. So he committed himself to learning Daf Yomi, figuring that if he starts off every day learning, it would protect him from the nisyonos he would face each day. When he was around twenty years old, he had a job working for a company in his neighborhood. One day, he noticed a new employee, Margie, a nice frum young woman.
He asked her to marry him. She said no. Disappointed, he continued with his day to day life. He found out that she liked a certain actor who wore a mustache. So he grew a mustache. A while later, he asked her to marry him again. This time she agreed. They got married, and they had the kind of marriage that we all picture in our minds when we are dating. Love, respect, kindness. They raised a bunch of children. Every Chanuka, David would light the menorah, with his wife and children around him. Then he would dance with his children, and sing Maoz Tzur. One by one, the kids grew up and moved out of the house. One year, he stood in front of the menorah, lighting it as he had every other year, and then he turned around to dance the traditional "Maoz Tzur" dance with the kinderlach. It hit him then that the children were gone - moved on to their own families. So he said "Margie, the kids are not here, so let us dance together." So David and Margie held hands and danced "Maoz Tzur".
Months later they decided to move to a smaller house and put their house up for sale. A younger couple came knocking on the door.
"We would like to buy your house" they said.
David and Margie were surprised. They did not ask to see the house, nor did they ask the price. So they asked the younger couple about that.
To their surprise, the husband answered "We were walking by this house last Chanukah and we saw you dancing with your wife by the menorah. I immediately made up my mind that if this house ever goes on the market, I will buy it, because this is a Shalom Bayis House, and I want to raise my family in it!"
True Story.