He drinks too much.
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Using a forestry degree and habitat for humanity experience to fit a 8 foot tall tree on a six inch stand into an 8 foot tall ceiling.
Tools needed this year
Handsaw
Clippers
Draw knife
Axe
Power drill
Fostner bits
My favorite tradition is "Mr and Mrs The 8th Claus" assemble the toys put them under the tree, drink the rum and eat the cake left out for Santa, then go swimming in the pool because it's 80'F at midnight in Brisbane.....
In Canberra with the in laws this year so no pool :-(
bathtub?
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Is it wet in Canberra 8th Dwarf? I'm in the Blue Mountains and it's pissing down.
Just started to rain.
Every year for Christmas, I visit my folks in SC, make some awesome pork roast, and we watch the greatest Christmas movie ever.
Die Hard.
Die hard? With a a slovenly 'detective' who can't even be bothered to change his vest? Pish. Compared to the ultimate in Yuletide cinematics that is the Great Escape, despite the ludicrous pandering to the colonials by including Steve McQueen, Die Hard hardly rates half a cracker.
Happy Christmas all.
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My favorite tradition is gathering around my grandmother's piano and singing Christmas songs.
My second favorite is trying not to kill any small children underfoot as they go rabid for gifts and toys while we pass out presents.
I have a huge extended family, so that second one is a great challenge.
Every year for Christmas, I visit my folks in SC, make some awesome pork roast, and we watch the greatest Christmas movie ever.
Die Hard.
Me too.
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My mother likes to buy my siblings and I socks and underwear for Christmas because she's sadistic like that. No kid likes getting those things for Christmas, however, and its mildly awkward to receive underwear from your parents as an adult.
When my sister turned 12, the three of us commented that we thought it was lame to get underwear and socks for Christmas. Of course, my mother went out and bought those things anyway ("they're a necessity!"). That Christmas, we were all a little embarrassed to find six presents from Santa Clause under the tree; two for each of us. When we opened them up ... socks and underwear. My mother decided that she had had enough with being the "bad guy" for gifting us socks and underwear for Christmas, so she gave the job to Jolly Old Saint Nick so she could gift us, "the cool stuff."
So every year for the past six years, all socks and underwear gifted to us have been from Santa Clause. I'm not sure which is creeper, to be honest, but its become a family joke.
About to enjoy one of my favorite parts of Christmas: lasagna dinner. It's my wife's family's tradition, and I love it.