Ho ho hold on

I love Christmas time. I love the music and the food, the shopping, gift-giving and family time. Finding the perfect gift for someone gives me a little thrill.

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.
Since this photo was taken, more than 15 Santas have been added to the "army".

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.

Have I told you lately that I love you?

It makes me want to cry at how hard my father is trying to make my birthday special even with everything that's going on. Even so, not really in the celebratory mood.

Coal, Anal, Cock

Sometimes texts lose their meaning if you hit the wrong word in T9. Sometimes they become better. This text from my Dad made me chuckle.

"Keep working hard. The end is neat."

Texts from Papaaaa

Dad: How was your test?
Laur: Test went very well. How was your day?
Dad: The day went well. Crows moved in overnight. The trees were full. There is bird shit everywhere.

Except he actually said "There is bird **** everywhere." My Dad doesn't even like to type swears, he knows my mind is like a sponge.