I gotta tell y’all about the socks
So my dad usually jokes “is it socks?” when he’s opening a present, so this year my siblings and I got him socks for Christmas.
But we didn’t just give him a pack of socks. Oh no. We got a twelve-pair pack of socks and wrapped each pair individually.
But that wasn’t all.
See, our mom really likes fuzzy socks. So I got her two pairs of fuzzy socks, and wrapped each pair separately.
And our Nana got a pair of fuzzy socks.
And our parents gave each of us some socks.
But do you want to know the best one? My Dad’s parents sent him two pairs of socks.
And they sent a pair to our mom.
The very best, though, was at the very end. Our poor father had opened fourteen presents that were socks. And we handed him one last present.
It was a shirt.







