Dear Tinsel Post Readers,
There are few things in this world as steady as a dad’s hug, as powerful as a dad’s cheer, or as quietly magical as a dad’s knack for fixing things with just the right combination of tape, elbow grease, and love.
Today, we celebrate Father’s Day—not just here at the North Pole with our own dear Father Christmas (who, I might add, makes a mean flapjack and tells the best knock-knock jokes in the workshop), but all around the world. This one’s for the dads who wear flannel pajamas to pancake breakfast, for the elf dads who balance toy assembly with bedtime stories, and for every kind of father figure who’s ever tightened a loose skate lace or sat through a preschool sleigh recital with tears in their eyes and glitter in their beard.
I think about the dads who teach us how to be kind, how to be brave, how to drive a snowplow in reverse without knocking over the garland display. I think about the way they lift us up—sometimes literally, sometimes with a perfectly timed “you’ve got this, kiddo.” And I think about the strength it takes to be soft, the courage it takes to be patient, and the wisdom it takes to let us figure things out… while they watch from the sidelines, cocoa in hand, ready to catch us if we fall.
Whether your dad is near or far, human or elf, biological, chosen, or somewhere in between—Father’s Day is a chance to say thank you. Thank you for the bedtime puns, the hot cocoa refills, the quiet advice offered while untangling tree lights, and for loving us even when we glitter-bombed the living room floor (accidentally, of course).
So hug a dad today. Call one. Send a card with a drawing of a snowman on a lawnmower. Or if you are a dad—take a bow. You’re doing magic that can’t be bottled, wrapped, or stuffed in a stocking.
With admiration and a cinnamon bun raised in your honor,
Jingle P. Peppermint
Editor-in-Chief
The Tinsel Post
P.S. I asked Father Christmas what he wanted for Father’s Day. He said, “A nap and no one touching my wrapping paper drawer.” Reasonable.
