Does any one have a Christmas fiasco story about themselves, kids, siblings, etc. i.e. finding your presents before Christmas and having to fake surprise Christmas morning?
2006-11-03 06:28:40 · 10 answers · asked by Kaatp 2 in Society & Culture ➔ Holidays ➔ Christmas
i always go out and get wasted christmas eve with my boys and come home early in the morning to my mom and sister. once i our party got busted up by the cops and i got brought home christms morning by the police(no charges because of christmas but they took my keys until i got home) and i was still drunk nd was like
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL
2006-11-03 06:41:12 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
Years ago, my father in law was a hopeless alcoholic (he's since sobered up). Since he was a happy drunk (and an incredibly WEALTHY one at that!), he was tolerated a little more graciously by his friends and family.
Every year, a few days before Christmas, he would go to the local mall and hire one of the mall employees (usually an attractive female) to be his personal shopper. They would spend the next 6 -7 hours shopping in every store for his wife. At the end of the shopping day, he would handsomely reward the shopper and head home with his HUGE pile of gifts for my mother in law (who is a dreadful old BAT, but whom my father in law loves dearly). He usually stopped at a bar or two along the way.
He would then take the presents home and hide them until Christmas eve.
Only one year, he was so drunk and so crafty and he hid the presents SO well, that he couldn't find them Christmas eve. It would take almost a week (during which my MIL would not so much as utter a word or even cast him a withering sideways glance). He would ultimately find the presents in a loft in the horse barn.
Come to think of it, he quit drinking shortly after that....
2006-11-09 06:47:04 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
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This year I went to the mall the day after Thanksgiving. I got up at 1am and went to the mall. (It opened at 1am this year.) When I got there there were 3 police cars, a fire truck and an ambulance. There was a riot started by a mom and 2 teenagers. The mall gave away a $1000 gift certificate and the person who won got mobbed on the way out of the mall. I was at Penneys and there was a lady whose baby had quit breathing. She was asking for anyone who knew CPR. The man behind me in line was a paramedic and wouldn't help for fear of losing his place. I offered to let him ahead of me if he helped and everyone started yelling at me. When the paramedics came and the baby was breathing quite a few people told the mother she got what she deserved for bringing a baby. I'll never go to the mall again on that day. It was crazy. All I could think of was what if the baby had died? Would anyone have acted different? Idk
2016-04-09 00:34:36 · answer #3 · answered by ? 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Mom used to tell us that she bought the wrapping paper that Santa used to wrap our presents in that is why her presents to us had the same sort of paper. One year she asked if we would mind if Santa didn't wrap the presents and we say okay. (She brought us 4 up by herself and worked damn hard for little $$). Well, Christmas morning we had an array of gifts as usual, but, the surprise of unwrapping a gift, and the fun of making a mess with the wrapping paper were definitely missing and we decided that there would be no more Christmases without wrapping paper even if "Santa" had to use newspaper!!
2006-11-09 01:34:21 · answer #4 · answered by bigsis1197 4 · 0⤊ 1⤋
When I was very little & Santa used to come to my house I recall asking him for a bicycle. I went to bed & woke up & stumbled into the living room & my whole family was sitting in the living room. Santa had come & presents were everywhere. I swore it was Christmas morning (it was only like 9 p.m. Christmas eve!!!) Anyway, I stared at the pink bike with flowers all over it & training wheel & a flowered basket and said to my 19 year old brother "Look at what Santa brought you". I was rushed off to bed for the rest of the night & to this day - 30 plus years later my brother still kids me that I stole his bike!!!
2006-11-03 10:00:16 · answer #5 · answered by dmnyco 2 · 2⤊ 1⤋
I was out until nearly dawn Christmas eve, having quite a good time with a couple of mates only to arrive at home to find a friend of my mum's loading presents into her Toyota. Mum didn't think I would have made it home in time to get her to my brother's!!!
I think the first thing the friend said (In proper Devonshire accent, thank you), "We thought you were out snogging an elf and would not show up until New Year's!"
Well in truth, when having a few with mates, I could have lost track of time. No fun sobering up at 8AM with children ripping presents, a fry up going in the kitchen, and thinking "If I only eat the gammon..." Coffee... coffee!
Luckily they took pity on the lad, and I was able to catch a bit of rest in a spare room before more people arrived.
Another Christmas was equally funny. My brother and a neighbor got competely pissed. Neighbor fell out of chair, on hard floor. Hours later, Brother tried to put a play set together in the back yard, too drunk to realize he needed a flashlight, only to have my sister and law and I out doing it after he gave up. That was followed by realizing that we had no roasting pan large enough to hold the turkey. A 1AM 10 mile drive to a friend's house to borrow her's! Luckily by then, I was sober enough to manage the car. No one else was, except the children who were all snug in their beds, visions of sugar plumbs dancing in their heads!
We have had some very remarkable Christmases in this clan. That's what happens when the English, Welsh, and Irish blood lines mix with a Scott or two down through the generations! All the best of the ways to misbehave comes forth!
2006-11-07 09:48:11 · answer #6 · answered by Charles-CeeJay_UK_ USA/CheekyLad 7 · 1⤊ 1⤋
my mother died in 1982, so the first Christmas after her death, my dad insisted having Christmas at home, there were 8 children in the family and at least 5 of us with our families would be there. my father had never cooked a day in his life so i and my two younger sisters were elected to cook.{something my mom had always done with just me helping her} we had the turkey done and were getting everything else ready for the meal. my father decided to take the turkey to the garage to set it on the freezer so we would have more room to work and it would not be a temptation for the kids and family. in the mean time one of my brothers opened the garage door to pull the car out for a run to the store for some last minute ingredient, and he forgot to shut the garage door. the next thing i know someone looks out the living room window and yells "hey max has to turkey!" my sisters dog-part st.Bernard, part mutt- had snatched the turkey and was high tailing it, by the time i ran to see, my father was on it- he snatched the turkey out of the dogs mouth and was carrying it back with his hand up to the elbow in the turkeys cavity. needless to say no one was interested eating turkey but the ham was a big hit.
2006-11-10 05:06:34 · answer #7 · answered by cvgm702 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
My neighbor died on Christmas Eve of 2002
2006-11-03 09:47:22 · answer #8 · answered by Rachel Z 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋
my parents always wanted me to sleep later so when I was younger she would always set my clock back an hour so when I thought it was 8:00, it was really 9:00. Also we had just moved and we had leftover packing paper so they put that all across the door and wrote "Go back to bed on it!"...when I opened my door up all I saw was the packing paper and that message...that was 2 years ago (I'm 18 lol)
2006-11-04 08:51:05 · answer #9 · answered by Yanks4Life23519 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋
well one time my brother gt sick on christmas morning and we had to stop opening the presents and go to the hospital
2006-11-03 06:40:57 · answer #10 · answered by dharma gal 2 · 2⤊ 0⤋