Uncle George getting drunk and doing a header into the tree, three years in a row.
2006-12-05 06:44:55
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answer #1
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answered by iknowtruthismine 7
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Mom and Dad used to party hard on Christmas eve. They would try everything in the book to get my sister and I off to bed so they could continue the party.
These parties usually consisted of relatives and a few neighbors. And how the alcohol flowed (no drugs at that time), with almost all the adults getting smashed to the gils My sister and I thought it was funny but eventually off to bed we went in hopes that our desired present would be under the tree in the morning.
On this particular Christmas morning after the party, there were sheets with bodies under them next to the tree. Mom and Dad simply explained that Aunt Martha and Uncle Ray had too much to drink and were unable to go home last night and that, my sister and I should be extra quiet as to not disturb them.
The next hour was horrible, I knew my gifts were there but couldn't get to them. I made intentional noise to wake up the inconsiderate relatives to no avail, finally, after breakfast and showers and brushing the teeth it was finally time to wake up the "drunks"!
I was given the honors and wasted no time ripping those sheets off! What did I find? Not my Aunt and Uncle! It was my first Lionel Train set completely assembled with billboards, bridges, trees and the train station...
My parents must have worked on it for hours, it was beautiful. Come to find out, my Mom and Dad didn't drink the night away after we went to bed. Usually, it took the rest of the night to put the toys together and were just enjoying there time before starting. God, I loved those two people.
2006-12-05 07:02:33
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answered by ggraves1724 7
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When I was five, I decided I wanted a puppy. I mounted an impressive, heartfelt campaign for this dog, with all the child-earnest entreaties I could muster.
"I'll feed him every day and get him water." "I will walk him." "I will clean up his you know."
Christmas morning arrived...I went downstairs and there was a little cocker spaniel puppy waiting for me with a red bow tied to him.
My eyes lit up. I forgot that there were other people and other presents. Nothing existed except me and My Very Own Dog, still to be named. My childish laughter pealed through the house. Nothing was ever so sweet as that moment.
Then My New Dog ran around behind the tree and bit the wire to the Christmas lights. They flickered ominously for about ten seconds. A low hum was clearly audible. The lights went out, and from behind the tree I heard one weak, gasping...
"Woof."
Mom wouldn't let me go behind the tree. Dad disposed of the remains.
That was my first and last puppy, and I never even got to name him.
2006-12-05 06:58:55
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answered by Anonymous
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Late 1940's back home in Ireland:
Boxing Day.
I’ll tell you of Boxing Day, when I was a boy,
It was known as Saint Stephen’s and was full of joy,
A day you could visit and stay with your friends,
Play with their presents, and get lots of ‘ lends’.
I never did it, but I saw it being done,
Some boys they would play it, and they always sung,
‘ The King of all Birds’, the tiny brown Wren,
All round the houses, again and again.
A hollybush or even an old Christmas Tree,
With streamers and trinkets done beautifully,
Was carried and shown, the whole town wide,
With a false nest and wren deep inside.
If the pub landlord - dared let them in,
They would dance with their ‘trophy’ and this they would sing,
‘ The Wren, the Wren, the King of All Birds,
On Saint Stephen’s Day, he was caught in the Furze’.
Why did they do it? I offer no clue,
I’m leaving the puzzle, entirely with you.
A Pagan ritual? Maybe you’re right,
Or just harmless fun, and a wonderful sight.
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2006-12-05 06:47:32
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answered by thomasrobinsonantonio 7
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My best Christmas memory is watching Scroodge with my sisters and having a big box of Quality Street and Tayto Crisps to share. :D That was probably the best time ever. Since then everyone's grown up and moved on.
2006-12-05 06:49:37
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answered by Sorcha 6
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My parents did the same thing with the sheet! They let me open my stocking first but then I had to wait until after breakfast to open my presents. Utter torture!
2006-12-05 06:58:41
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answered by Double 709 5
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the year my dad faked out my grandmother with a whiskey bottle. dad cleaned out a whiskey bottle filling it with iced tea. grandma was a very strict teetotaler and when She opened this gift she about went berserk. ( naturally Santa gave her this gift ) dad said it really must have been for him ( none of my family drinks) took it from grandma opened it and guzzled away. We all thought we would lose grandma to a heart attack.
2006-12-05 07:39:00
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answered by Marvin R 7
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Getting a guitar when I was 16.
2006-12-05 06:44:17
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answered by CrankyYankee 6
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My Mom dressed up like Santa one year it was awesome!!! I couldn't figure it out, and that year I got my cabbage patch doll, I'm 31 now and I still have it.LOL
2006-12-05 06:48:33
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answered by graciegirl 5
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mine did that too with a quilt but lights were off till we woke up again...I was 15 and I got a door for my room...before that I didnt have one and I wanted privacy cuz I have two brothers..
2006-12-05 06:44:02
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answered by Anonymous
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