Thur it is.
Here's one of Dad's Christmas gifts, so that means he's not to look at my blog until Christmas day, under the penalty of a slap upside the head. Both of my other readers are free to read it now.
My parents and I have recently started following this pickle tradition, even though we have no idea where it came from. Apparently, no one does. It's fine by me, as finding it means I get another gift, even though I'm pretty sure the gift is just one my parents were gonna give me on Christmas day anyway. Fun nonetheless.