... without a Christmas clock that plays music every hour,
festive socks,
and a few classics.
All sent from the wonderful, most die-hard Christmas fan you'll ever meet, my Dad.
And I have to say, when I opened my mail I about died of excitement. I am my father's daughter. Thanks again Dad!
And I have to say, when I opened my mail I about died of excitement. I am my father's daughter. Thanks again Dad!
See what I mean?
2 comments:
I love it! So fun! Now you are ready for Christmas!
HAHAHAHHAHAHA!! Before you even announced where you got all those gems, I was totally thinking about your dad. He's the best.
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