I could go with that.
All of us sitting around the living room listening to dad read us a story.
My favorite was around Christmas when dad would read us, A Christmas Carol.
As characters would appear and reappear within the story he would change his voice to suit the role. "Marley was dead....Old Marley was dead as a door nail" he would begin.
Later his scariest voice would rattle out the sounds of Marley's tortured chain and the Ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Future. Deep and fearsome were the ghosts and spirits (which by everyones account were also trhe most fun to hear); but he reserved his most gentle and joyful voice for Tiny Tim.
Some of us heard only parts of the story as we fell asleep on the floor before the evening reading was complete.
Yes, I would not mind Heaven being inside a warm house, falling asleep on the floor with a gentle voice saying "God Bless us everyone."