Dad falling off the ladder. Dad stapling the lights to the house. Dad insisting that we march 5 miles out into the wilderness to hack down the biggest tree you've ever seen. Dad's redneck cousin showing up unannounced and pretty much making everyone feel really awkward and uncomfortable. Sounds a whole lot like that Christmas movie with Chevy Chase, doesn't it? Replace the cousin with an uncle, and you've got the plot to my childhood. True story.