Contests:: Holiday season WTF story
7So... I have a contest, with prizes for the best voted by people and my favorite. :) They are Steam codes... so don't get any funny ideas... :) Anyway... The story is tell us your funniest/stupidest whatever story revolving the holiday season... I'll give you mine... (other than the fish)
My mother is pretty good at Sewing... every year my Sibling and myself would get something from her that she made... usually a bath robe or mittens/hat/neck warmer... something useful... Well one year my mother gave my sibling a gift... opened up it was a bath robe that fit and was a fabric that was desired by my sibling. I get to mine... and I guess it's going to be the same thing... Just Kidding... My mother wasn't feeling well that year and in my box was the fabric... the pattern and a note saying that it'll be made very soon.....
Months go by and it's forgotten... NEXT Christmas... Sibling gets another robe, different material as the last one shrunk and you could see a little more than you wanted of the leg.... I open my box... and WTF... it's the same robe as last year.. with the pattern pinned onto the cloth, and another note saying soon... Months go by.. nothing....
Year 3... My sibling, another new Robe... Oh boy I get a robe this time... NOPE... the same goddamn robe this time the pattern is on it and it's cut just needs to be sewn up... Guess what... I took the robe and threw it in the trash... I wasn't trying to be ungrateful... but It was my gift and I didn't want to see how much got done by year 4... the pattern wasn't anything too spectacular, I no longer really liked the fabric so I went out and bought a robe at the store... problem solved. Yes I did hurt my mothers feelings... but to this day she only remembers giving it to me the last year.
So... No I'm not spoiled, it was the principal of getting the same gift year after year and it not being done. That was the last year of robes for anyone... We got hats/neck warmers each year after that... Typing this out really makes me feel like I was ungrateful, but I really was just tired of seeing the same damn robe year after year with disappointment that I couldn't even use it. (Note this was when I was 14,15,16...)
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Guess you know what we're all chipping in and getting you this year (and the next, and the next, and the next . . . )
@Pavlov Every.Fucking.Year
It was always our tradition to get a live tree. We picked out the perfect tree, took it home and decorated it...it was beautiful...bigger than usual and perfect....we had that AHHHHHH moment then cleaned up and went to bed. In the morning the tree was tipped over on the floor....Damn Cat! We picked it up, super secured it and redecorated...It was still a beautiful tree with just a little less ornaments! We went Christmas shopping all day so excited about all of our stuff....walked in the door and the tree was on the floor...DAMN CAT. We sat the tree up and redecorated...it was still a beautiful tree with a lot less ornaments. After dinner we enjoyed the beauty of our tree and sat under it while wrapping presents and drinking hot cocoa listening to Christmas music. We went to bed. In the morning the freaking tree was on the floor...THAT DAMN CAT!! Well I picked the whole tree up (my boyfriend didn't realize I could lift that much) carried it to the back door and shoved the whole damn tree out the door and threw it on the lawn. Dusted off my hands, got dressed and went to buy an artificial tree. I have not had a real tree...or a cat since then. But I did marry the boyfriend...guess my strength...or my craziness impressed him...Merry Christmas!
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I was probably 21 or so - headed home for Christmas from university to hang out with family. My younger siblings who were still living at home got cool things like remote control helicopters or ipods or cool toys/games. When it got to me to open presents from my parents, I got a toolbox full of tools. I was still renting and living with 5 or so other guys, so I really didn't need this.
I don't think I had ever been so disappointed in a gift, especially after seeing what my siblings received. I had to say "yay, tools" while frowning inside from jealousy of my siblings' gifts.
But, to this day, I've used that toolbox more than any other Christmas gift that I've ever received. It took a few years, but I'm super grateful (finally) that I received it.
I'm glad that I've finally moved out of this mentality:
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One year, in my mid 20s, my mom got me 2 presents, and told me I could only pick one of them, because she wanted them and they were too expensive for me to have them both. (Both about $100-$120, and she was definitely NOT hard up for cash. She made more in an hour of her work at the time than I did in a day.) Between a george foreman with adjustable temperature control and a 1tb hard drive. I picked the grill, because I had barely moved out and started learning how to cook, and my old regular one had died that year. (And then used hoarded money from my grandmother to buy myself the damn hard drive at the after christmas sales)
I was probably 8 or 9 and my brother was 12 or 13. We scoped out the gifts every time something was added to the pile. A day or two before Christmas, a massive present from "Santa" showed up and the tag said it was for both of us. The box - it than me (at the time). Wow. Of course, we started coming up with ideas for what must be inside. And for both of us? It was obviously something amazing. At that size, what else could it be but a fantastical box of unparalleled wonderment the likes of which wouldn't be seen again until the arrival of the Meh Fuku many, many moons later.
Christmas arrives. We sit down to eat dinner reluctantly just waiting for "okay, we can open presents now" to slip out of an adults mouth. Bated breath. Excitement. Mom says, "we'll wait to open that one until the end" as she motions toward the box de awesome. My head was about to explode! What could it be!?!? Oh my god!!! What??? All the rest of the packages torn open, the floor a mess with wrapping paper, bows, ribbon and toys....
Finally. Finally, we get the go ahead. My brother and I drag the monster into the middle of the living room floor. I begin to make a tiny rip in the paper, savoring the excitement. My brother rips a corner. Then we dive in! Paper flies. Okay, take a breath and look. It's a massive box that has some lawn photo on the side. Whatever. Who cares. We rip open the box and.... Wait, it's a lawn photo on the box? What else? A leaf collector? What is that? A thing that holds a bag open so you can rake leaves into it... Yep. And that what's in the box as well. A leaf collector contraption. What? Why?
My parents laughed so hard tears were streaming down their sodden cheeks. Jerks.
@bakeyoural The worst part is that your parents made you wait not only until after breakfast or lunch, but until after dinner before opening any presents! Whoa, I think my siblings and I would have rather died than waited that long...
@sohmageek I was really hoping for more stories here :)
@luvche21 yes I was too... Thanks! I'll let you guys post some more...
My mother was a terrible liar. The first Christmas I realized that maybe Santa wasn't real, I had discovered a huge box "hidden" under a blanket behind an armchair in their bedroom. We were shopping at the mall and when we stopped for food I decided to confront her about it. She immediately started stammering and claimed she didn't know which chair I was talking about even though it had been in the same spot for about 10 years haha
Back in the early 90s or maybe the end of the 80s, my little sister was a huge new kids on the block fan. I got her their new cassette tape, and wrapped it and a brick or something heavy like that in a small box, then proceeded to wrap that box inside six or seven other boxes until the last box was about the size of a TV. The giant present drove her crazy, and by the time she had opened several of the boxes she was getting pretty mad, though she enjoyed the gift in the end.
Now as an adult I'm too busy/lazy to pull stunts like that.
@djslack That's how my brother gifted me a really good box-cutter knife. Fiberglass reinforced tape and all that... The irony!
A little late, and not entering for the contest, however I have a Christmas story.
Christmas to my mom is typically a big deal. It used to be that no matter what, everybody would go to my parents house on Christmas eve, stay overnight, and open presents in the morning. (Now there are too many living situations, custody battles etc to make it happen)
One Christmas, we wake up, go downstairs, and sit on the couch waiting for the kids to wake up. Greeting us on the table, is Mr. Hanky Poo. Not a doll, or a drawing..... my mom thought it hilarious (and it really was) to get a piece of dog poop from outsize, put a santa hat and some googly eyes on it, and tape it to a piece of paper with "Heidi Ho" written in a chat bubble.
I really hope she wore gloves.