When I was a kid, one of the memories I have at Christmas time, is my father always belting out big Ho Ho Hos. It was just something he did around the Christmas season. It was just him. He even answered the phone by saying Ho Ho Ho, (or Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas) and my friends liked it so much that sometimes they would purposely call the house just to hear his telephone greeting. He was always so jolly like when he said it.
I sure miss him, especially at this time of year. I miss hearing him say those three words. I loved that man so much
My father used to wear Ho Ho Ho socks every Christmas. When he died in 1994, I took over the wearing of those socks every Christmas Day. He’s been gone now for 22 years and I’m still wearing them.
One year I got my sisters each a pair of Ho Ho Ho socks so all three of us wearing them on Christmas Day has become one of our silly little traditions. I like to think that my father looks down from Heaven and smiles when he sees this.
Years ago, when I came across these decorative Ho Ho Ho blocks in a Lillian Vernon catalog, well…. I just had to get them. They sit in my den every Christmas among a few other Ho Ho Ho items. I almost retired them this year (especially when one of my cats learned that it was kinda fun to knock them over…. again and again and again), but I just couldn’t. I guess I’ll hang on to them a few more years.
Merry Christmas and Ho Ho Ho!