Dad
Dad, The gift of giving year round is all we need for Christmas morning. Time for thanks are only on holidays, that is when everyone sees what you have done all year and more. The small things you do every day that go unseen please know they mean everything. Teaching me, patience, (FishingBait) it worked but I still can’t wait, Teaching me, strength, in boy scouts, (Rope) because I need to be and Finally Teaching me how to love my family, I know it’s hard sometimes but till the end where are.
I love you Dad please never forget.
Love, Your Son
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