So I am veering from my original course just a bit. Not every post this month was about an ornament, but it was about Christmas, at least tangentially.
And you can’t talk about Christmas without mentioning the man in the red suit. And if you happen to live in Bardstown, Kentucky (Bourbon Capital of the World!) then Santa Claus looks an awful lot like this.
Merry Christmas, Dad. You taught me that it IS next to impossible to keep a secret where a good gift is concerned. So I blame you completely for my being a last minute shopper. I can keep a secret for a few days. But if I bought Christmas gifts in November there’d be no stopping my mouth.
You taught me to pick up the trash as we unwrap presents. Even though as a kid I thought this was absurd, the trash patrol mid Christmas morning unwrapping, as a parent I do it. I can’t help it.
You taught me that it is perfectly okay to trick your kid on Christmas morning. I will never forget the Christmas morning that I thought I really didn’t get a bicycle. Because you left it in the laundry room until we were all done opening presents. I never had to ask whose idea it was to do that to me. Your cackling gave you away.
You are the biggest kid I know. And I love that you spend December in a big red suit making Christmas for the children in Bardstown.