My dad, on the other hand, has taken the leap and moved to Manhattan. He lives in a great apartment with his own small backyard/patio (we may make it prettier this summer) and two cats. Because he's moved, he doesn't have a ton of his own Christmas stuff. And no matter what he may think, there is no good reason to be lonely for Christmas (you can also expect a phone call or two...)
So, my sister and I sent him a little Christmas care package (I do have to admit that she took the initiative on this one). It's a small kit of what he would need to celebrate in whatever way he chooses this year.:
He's quite limited on space, so we got him a tree and garland with a big ol' star to supplement the top of the tree. Of coarse, we also got some lights for the tree and garland.
I also sent him a Santa shark. It seemed appropriate, since my love of oceanic life crosses very well with his passion for scuba diving: he's now getting trained to be a Scuba instructor!
We then put in the gold Christmas ornaments that were given to him my his grandmother. They were individually wrapped with some of my recycled tissue paper for packaging before being tied with an appropriate type of string. We packed it all away, and we sent it off.
He received it yesterday, and proceeded to text through honest happy tears. I'm so glad we sent everything along, and I'm thrilled that he's happy. Just hoping he sends some pictures of their destination (or at least keeps them up so we can see).
Merry Christmas, Dad! Love you!