I have a few traditions on Father’s Day.
Firstly, I buy my dad a card that has precisely nothing to do with the day. Usually it says something about my “deepest sympathies”, or “congratulations on your First Communion,” or “It’s a girl!”
Then, I write a very bad acrostic poem, usually using the letters D.A.D.
Dad, why do you eat breakfast so loudly at 6am when everyone else is sleeping?
A yell is what you did when people leave the lights on.
Doesn’t have any hair…
It goes without saying that I’m not all that good at saying those awkward words ‘I love you’.