Dad's home, safe and sound. What more can I say?

I can say a lot, actually, but I'll keep it at feeling a deep sense of relief. We heard from him at around dinnertime on Christmas Eve, and he was in our arms by midnight. No present could ever produce the same feeling.
It was left to me to clean up the loose ends. First I fixed the identity theft issue caused when the moths that ate Dad's clothing at the motel also stole his credit cards. Then I sent a few strongly worded letters to the motel's owner seeking damages for their employee running off a customer into the Wild. They responded with a generous settlement, probably due to my using Herd Thinners, Inc. stationery.
Finally, while Dad is indeed home, so is Kell. She and the rest of the world's predators have gone on strike, so for our family finances that motel settlement money will come in handy.