A few days ago, at Wicker Emporium, I found the perfect gift for my Dad.
Anyone who knows my Dad, or has been to my house during the holidays, knows that he collects Santas. And I mean collects.
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Anyway, that brings me back to my point. I found a beautiful metal Santa with a matching tree. Sounds super lame, but I know Dad will love it.
I was proven right tonight when we went to Wicker Emporium to find Dad's secretaries ornaments for their Christmas presents. Dad went right up to the display with the metal Santas, picked it up, and said he had to have it. I had to explain to Dad that it was Christmas time and he really shouldn't buy himself anything. It took a lot of convincing but we left without buying the Santa.
At least I know he's going to like it.