Only my dad...

Only my dad would make a long trip to good ol Scipio property to cut down Christmas trees. And only my dad would find the ugliest tallest bush like shrub/tree cut it down and place it in our living for all so see. And only my dad would place outside multi colored lights VERTICALLY on that bush. And only my dad would not care that the neighbors can see it from the street because it is protruding from the wall out to the center of our living room. And only my dad would laugh and tell us "He wished we had more Christmas spirit" as me and sister Becca are crying in the corner of the room due to embarrassment and the gawking neighbors. And only my dad would buy the hands down ugliest outside wal-mart blow up Santa and reindeer to place on our front lawn? nope! the roof of course logically Santa would be placed on the roof ( no dramatization was used in the making of this post).And only my dad would not fuss if that Santa blew off the roof and the rope holding it down strangled it as it was hanging off the roof. And only my dad would smile and "Say i wish you had Christmas spirit" as me and my sister cried watching our last ounce of dignity/popularity be hung with the Santa and reighndeer.and only my dad would cut his thumb cutting Christmas trees this year and have to have surgery today so in honor of him and his thumb this post is for you dad for with out you I would have never learned popularity is not determined by what decor is on your roof. I would have never learned that real trees smell so much better than fake. I would have never learned that by cutting his thumb open aflack provided funds for Christmas :) (Thanks for taking that bullet).And I would have nothing to write about today. THANKS DAD! :)