My Merry Christmas

I think of my Father often.I miss him even more when I know he'd get a kick outta something.I was answering a Question when this memory popped into my head and like always I smiled and then let out a sigh,Knowing I cannot call him.Im just glad he left me with so many wonderful memories..

My father was a big Christmas Nut (wonder where I get it from) He couldnt wait to get the tree and Decorations up.Me and Kevin couldn't wait until mum & dad put the lights on the tree.Nothing more hilarious than my 5ft Mum and my 6ft dad fighting about the lights!After the Battle I'd call the rest of our Brothers and Sisters to tell them Yet again our tiny Mum had won..lol.
So when fake trees came out my mum got him a mini one.For Years this thing stayed decorated and lit up.Finally it burnt out and my father was heartbroken,it was summer so It would be awhile before we could get him another one.So I went into my stash of coloring books and picked out my masterpiece,colored that...