The actual gift is a bottle of Plymouth gin. I regretfully realized earlier this fall that making things for my dad just isn't going to work -- he just won't know what to do with them, and he won't do anything with them, so in general I'm just not going to put my energy into that enterprise. Except for, well...
Yeah.
See, many years ago my parents took a tour of Norway, Sweden, Finland and Denmark. My dad is Swedish & Finnish, but always says that he found his roots in a basement bar in Denmark -- and he has a plastic horned helmet to prove it. Well, this helmet will at least keep his head warm. And it will get a laugh, which is worth the effort. If worse comes to worst, I'm sure Harold will be wearing the damn thing.