Describe your WORST Christmas MEMORY

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    Nov 09, 2009 3:28 AM GMT
    Hopefully no deaths in the family, but maybe some funny bad Christmas experiences. I'll write mine after.
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:52 AM GMT
    Being forced to scramble about searching for presents, only to sit around pretending that "Love is in the Air".

    About 21years ago, I stopped the societal force of celebrating the season of greed. One of the better decisions I've made.

    Now, I have a day to myself to get a few things done at work, hit the gym and go home to cleaning the house listening to some Eva Cassidy. I turn my phone off to avoid those ignorant pricks that still try to force this nonsense upon me.
  • HndsmKansan

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    Nov 09, 2009 5:01 AM GMT
    When I was 24, my mother passed away after a long illness, then having breast cancer and it spreading. She was very young, very talented, educated and beautiful. She was also the driving force behind our absolutely amazing Christmases when I was very young. While her health had forced me to take the initiative for some years regarding decorating, etc, her death marred everything as you can imagine.

    In addition my brother (who was a suedo alcoholic even then), married
    a shrew who was more into picking out my mother's possessions on Christmas Day than enjoying the holiday itself. Had no respect for family,
    traditions or my father.... I still remember her comment about our Christmas decorations (some of which my mother made years before)... "whats all this shit for"??

    Yeah it was the worst. But let me say.. most since have been fantastic... and I don't spend the holiday with the shrew... LOL.
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:14 AM GMT
    Not enough space on this thread or time for me to recount the experiences with the "X-mas Holidaze"...suffice it to say I do not celebrate this disaster...no decorations, no parties, no cards no presents, etc... and I give the boys each a gift card with $200 as my only grudging bow to the tradition.... I would gladly remove and gut this tradition from the memory of mankind if I had the ability....can't say I'm a fan of "X-mas"...icon_eek.gif
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    Nov 09, 2009 6:50 AM GMT
    I almost shot my eye out with my Red Ryder BB gun.
  • drypin

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    Nov 09, 2009 7:41 AM GMT
    Mom adores Xmas. I like seeing her happy. The awkward Christmases of yesteryear are the cause of laughter today.

    I try to fly back for Xmas most years. It has a different tenor to it now, since my brother and I are childless, but I love the chance to see my family together and that's all that matters.
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    Nov 09, 2009 7:59 AM GMT
    Bday a week before - so it's the same old "here's you birthday xmas gift altogether...!" yea go fuck yer lazy cheap ass............Bah humbug icon_evil.gif

    I'll post a funny one when I'm not feeling so bitter..............icon_biggrin.gif
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:11 PM GMT
    Well I wouldn't say it's the worst..but it's my "When I discovered Santa wasn't real" story.

    My brother was chasing me around the house when I was little..I ran away and decided that I would hide in my parent's closet. Well I ran in there, only to discover a huge bag of toys and I got really excited as I went through them.

    I run back to my brother and excitedly tell him "Omg theres a huge bag of toys in mom and dad's closet!!" to which my brother replies "There's something I've got to tell ya.."


    He told my Santa wasn't real, and then told my mom and my mom got upset and told me to promise to not do this again.
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:15 PM GMT
    1) My Dad passing away three days before Christmas.

    1a) Bringing my BF home for Christmas and setting up what could have been a sweet, fun, special, loving two weeks, but slowly realizing I was actually alone the whole time.

    2) Delivering papers in a -20 degree wind chill.
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:24 PM GMT
    I think I was about 7 years old and I woke up Christmas morning with the worst stomach flu. We were all gathered around the tree and right after I opened my first present I threw up. I remember my Dad looking at my mom and saying "That gift went over well".
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:36 PM GMT
    Woke up Christmas morning to find out that my mother had been murdered. I was six years old. We lived in a middle class African American neighborhood. Random acts. Given that I still be believe that people are basically good. I love the Holidays especially Christmas!
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:36 PM GMT
    Entire family around the dinner table joining hands to hear the blessing from my twin brother - straight, married, 2 kids, Baptist Minister - but before he can bless the food he feels that this would be a great time to out me, and then try to "save" me - pray the gay away - in a sort of surprise family x-mas intervention!

    That was pretty embarrassing.
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:43 PM GMT
    Ducky45 saidWoke up Christmas morning to find out that my mother had been murdered. I was six years old. We lived in a middle class African American neighborhood. Random acts. Given that I still be believe that people are basically good. I love the Holidays especially Christmas!


    OMG.. wow, I'm so terribly sorry... amazing that you have retained such a good attitude about the holiday.
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:43 PM GMT
    The first Christmas after my father left. I didn't celebrate and just cried.
  • jarhead5536

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    Nov 09, 2009 4:45 PM GMT
    Christmas 1999. My partner dumped me on Dec 4 (he was shtupping a 23 year old and decided I was superfluous). However, we didn't want to ruin the holidays of all of our friends by making them pick sides, so we didn't tell anyone until after New Year's. We went to party after party for an entire month playing the happy couple, then we would go home and he would leave to go hook up with that little tramp and I would sit by myself and cry into my vodka because I still loved the sonofabitch. I spun into a serious depression that lasted a little over a year. Christmas has never really been the same for me...
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:49 PM GMT
    I never had a "worst" Christmas, but a funny Christmas scare.

    It wasn't very late on Christmas Eve, probably just 7:30 or 8, but I was being difficult, not wanting to go to sleep yet. My father kept threatening me, that if I didn't go to bed, Santa Claus would come and catch me awake, and I'd get nothing for Christmas. At 4 years old you still half believe this nonsense, especially when it came from my father.

    Suddenly I heard sleigh bells outside, and a big, booming "Ho! Ho! Ho!" I screamed, and my father said: "It's Santa Claus! I told you! You better hide!"

    I was in the parlor, and getting to my bedroom would have taken me past the front door, which I already heard opening. Instead, I raced for the dining room, and dove under the formal table there. In those days (1953) it was always covered with a long draped table cloth, so I had some cover.

    The front door opened. "Ho! Ho! Ho!"

    "Hello, Santa," my father said.

    "Is Robert still awake? I have some presents for him!"

    And from under the table I saw Santa's shiny black boots, and his red velvet pants above, walking all around the dining room table where I was hiding. I was positively shaking with fear.

    Santa said some other things, that I forget now, after over 55 years ago, and finally out he went with a big slam of the door. I crawled out from under the table, and my father scolded me, and said Santa left me a few presents, despite my disobedient behavior.

    The only one I remember today was a puzzle, I think all of 5 pieces of Donald Duck or something, that I ungratefully thought was too stupid to be real. What a letdown!

    I immediately was sent to bed, severely chastised. Only to wake up a few hours later, to the most unbelievable & magical Christmas I think any child ever had. A Christmas I tried to replicate for my own sons, over 30 years later.

    When I was an adult my father told me that "Santa" had been a neighbor. And Santa was aware I was hiding under that table, the grown-ups having a good laugh at my expense. Gawd, I love my late parents, they were so good to me. And thanks to them, I never had a bad Christmas, only the best.
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:49 PM GMT
    The Christmas season was going great. I was seeing good friends and having a jolly good time at parties etc. After seeing my kid neices and nephews one Christmas, and the rest of the family, I returned home late Chrimas day and made final plans with a guy I had already been on a few dates with.

    He wanted to go to the Eagle bar, so we went. It was horrible. Dark, dingy and filled with dark dingy men.......rude nasty miserable people.Depressing. My guy wanted to stay and get drunker. I wasn't in any mood to get drunk, so I convinced him we should leave.

    A smelly raunchy leather gay bar is not the place for me, especially on Christmas.
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    Nov 09, 2009 4:52 PM GMT
    That it is HK. I realized early on that I can't blame the rest of the world for one man's actions. The memory of my mom which I have very little is what kept me positive.
    From what I was told as a kid and into adult hood.
    She was quite an amazing woman. I'm not going to lie it was terrible growing up without a mom. You know "What does not kill you makes you stronger" 8-)
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:06 PM GMT
    jawrhed saidBday a week before - so it's the same old "here's you birthday xmas gift altogether...!" yea go fuck yer lazy cheap ass............Bah humbug icon_evil.gif

    I'll post a funny one when I'm not feeling so bitter..............icon_biggrin.gif


    Yeah, what a rip off. My B day falls near Christmas too. Cheap fucks would always combine it into one gift....lol.
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:06 PM GMT
    Ducky45 saidWoke up Christmas morning to find out that my mother had been murdered. I was six years old. We lived in a middle class African American neighborhood. Random acts. Given that I still be believe that people are basically good. I love the Holidays especially Christmas!

    That's beyond comprehension. Words simply fail me. I just... don't know... icon_cry.gif
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:13 PM GMT
    Well, let's put it this way. I had one hell of a Christmas Eve about 30 years ago, and I missed Christmas Day. Way too much alcohol. Spent the day in bed. LOL.
    Being sick on Christmas is not a fun experience. I mean there's 364 other days you can be sick, But this one was self-inflicted.icon_redface.gif
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:17 PM GMT
    Well I remember my first exposure to "negative Christmas stuff" beyond
    my mother's death when I was 24 happened a couple of years later when
    teaching a grown woman horsemanship (it was the last year or two I taught).
    She told me about how her parents were killed a couple of days before the holiday and how she can't even deal with the holiday. It was a mind jarring
    experience to even listen to her.

    The reality is, with family deaths, divorces, illnesses, everybody is going to have "Christmas challenges" occasionally. I just hope, like Ducky45, you can still have a positive attitude.

    Thanks for sharing that information with us Ducky... and for being an inspiration.
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:18 PM GMT
    There tends to be a greater number of deaths around that time of year, usually because of the added stress of flu season. Still, one year we had four close family members go within two weeks.

    But on a lighter note, there was a brilliant (I thought) episode of "Malcom in the Middle," where two characters attended some other family's christmas weekend as observers. Watching all of the rants, the feuds, the drama, without being direct participants. It was kind of spooky how accurate it all was.
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:24 PM GMT
    I have two. The Christmas after my mom died, and the one after my father died.

    My favorite holiday seemed dead and empty. It just became another day.
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    Nov 09, 2009 5:27 PM GMT
    I have always had a knack for very slowly opening gift wrapped presents, such that I could take them out of the wrapping (unpeel the tape very slowly and very carefully), see what they were (or play with them), then place them back in the wrapping and up under the tree, with no one being the wiser.

    One year, I did this every day for the two weeks I was out of school leading up to Xmas. The gift was a racetrack, which I played with every day. Xmas day was a letdown, because not only was the gift not a surprise, but it was already 'old news' by the time Xmas day actually rolled around.