“Oh, just makin’ a mess.” he said
That little white lie started a family tradition fondly known as “The Christmas Mess”.
The year was 1966. The asker was three-year-old me; the responder – my Dad. He was in our garage, hammering, sawing and sanding, creating a gift for my sister and me, a few nights before Christmas.
Every year since then, Dad makes a “Christmas Mess”. The design is always original. The “Mess” is hand-made, from wood and beautifully finished. Over the years, he has become very official, using brass tags to name the year. He makes a “Mess” every year, for all four of his daughters. My sisters and I proudly display our “Messes” throughout our homes. I have given many “Mess” tours for admiring friends.
I wonder what my “Mess” will be this year? It is my favorite gift and I’m thankful for a “Mess” making Dad who loves his girls.