Snickers

My dad loved himself some snickers.  During one part of his life, he would eat a king size snickers bar, every day.  It was, hands down, his favorite candy bar.  Each year, at Christmas, he would wrap the mini-size, pictured above, and put them in our stockings.  When we would open them, he would say things like "maybe Santa put that in the wrong stocking" or "if you want help with that, just let me know" - and he'd crack himself up with this, each and every year. He'd sit in his chair, while in his pajamas, with his knees up laughing and laughing, as if he never done this same joke before.  The holidays will never ever be the same now that he is gone.