Lumberjack.

He's a lumberjack and he's okay
He sleeps all night and he works all day
He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch
He goes to the lavatory
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has some buttered scones for tea

-- Monty Python


So, here's my Dad. He's either doing his best impression of a lumberjack minus the checked shirt, or failing that he's like a real-life Santa.

The aftermath of the storms continues ... One log, two logs, three ... hundred logs, four ...