Dad, I've been thinking about you again today. I loved how you took us out into the woods to find a Christmas tree. It probably wasn't easy getting that many children to decide on one tree, but we did, and if not perfect, it was always close enough. Don't think I didn't figure out why I always got assigned to hang the tinsel on the back bottom of the tree, the spot that no one could see. Hanging tinsel is not and never will be part of my skill set.
Soon you'll celebrate your second Christmas in Heaven. It must be wonderful. Are angel baristas there? There must be in your Heaven. I used to enjoy fixing you a cup of coffee with just the right amount of cream and sugar. It was your comfort and my joy to serve you. This video was for you, Dad.