On the [blank] night of Chanukah, I did not get for you (part 6 of 8)

Here it is the seventh night of Chanukah, and you still don't know what you didn't get for the sixth night!

NEVER FEAR! We are almost caught up!

For the sixth night of Chanukah, I did not get for you:

Now, I know you are now a proud papa! (Daddy to a delightful daughter! One I'm grateful to call granddaughter!)

Also, I've been a parent to an infant. I know that sometimes (often) sleep is in short supply. So coffee may, in fact, be in order.

(Who is kidding whom? WE KNOW COFFEE IS NEEDED!)

So why am I not giving this to you?

1. Prescribed by Dr. Harold Feelsgood. Never trust a doctor named after a comedy improv form.
2. TOO SMALL. Twelve ounces? Even if there are refills! Surely you jest!
3. It's not prescribed for you. It's prescribed for Mr. Java Joe Espresso. You should never take someone else's prescription caffeine.

As soon as I find that prescription in *your* name, I'm on it! (Actually, your name would be on it, and I would be about to buy it... oh, you knew that...)