Once I got the same Christmas present from 3 different relatives. It was some sort of mind puzzle. I was going to be nice and pretend that I like it. But my little sister said “he already has that”
I'm not trying to one-up the story, just relating to it. But one Christmas three of my relatives literally got me the exact same book, somehow. I owned one, I got two for Christmas, and one for a belated birthday present during Christmas. All of my aunts and uncles were face-palming
My dog had a seizure against our Christmas tree when we weren't home and knocked off every single fucking glass ornament on the tree. The only one that survived was Stewie Griffin holding a gun.
One thanksgiving, my grandma put a 15 pound turkey in a 1 inch deep baking tray. About 2 hours into cooking, the drippings filled up the pan and spilled over onto the bottom of the oven. Black smoke started billowing out of the oven, and I came down stairs just as my grandma opened the the oven door. My dad came running around the corner screaming “CLOSE THE OVEN!” as a wall of flames shot out. He knocked my grandma backward out of the way and Sparta kicked the door closed. We had pizza that night.
As someone who's part Native American who's family doesn't really do anything for Thanksgiving, it always feels like a surreal Hallmark movie whenever I hear of big family Thanksgiving gone wrong stories
I’m part Native too and we do do Thanksgiving, but we don’t celebrate it as anything but a food holiday by the name Thanksgiving. Also as the day there’s a parade on tv. Never understood the thankfulness part anyway 🤷 Why y’all gotta wait until a single day to be thankful??
@@DeathnoteBB Simply put, the idea is to be thankful for what you’ve gotten and achieved throughout the intervening year. It evolved from the Puritan/Native American celebration to cement an alliance between the colonists and the Wampanoag tribe. The Wampanoag would provide provisions to help get the Puritans on their feet while the Puritans would defend the Wampanoag against a rival tribe with their superior firepower. It’s likely that there was also a Germanic/Dutch influence due to the Puritans staying in Holland for a time during the Siege of Linden, when numerous thanksgiving celebrations were held to maintain morale inside the city. TLDR: It evolved from a religious holiday into a celebration of an alliance that has since been secularized, because who doesn’t love eating a lot of food and arguing with the extended family?
@@PhoenixT70 why'd you call them puritans? The pilgrims didn't protect the wampanoag out of the blue, they were already dying from the diseases colonists brought and we're in need of defense, and the pilgrims needed help to fight the french. For 40 years the pilgrims would spread, colonize and exploit lands resources, including the native population. And then Philip's war happened, and it was genocidal. The wampanoag now remember the pilgrims' arrival as a day of mourning.
Proud of this one: My sister was very upset over the end of Avenger's Infinity War. My gift for her was a plush Bucky Barnes (her favorite character), but it got delayed in the mail. I gave her a jar of sand with a note explaining that it used to be Bucky.
Once during Thanksgiving I tried a certain type of salad with these raisins in it. Usually I’m fine with raisins but for some reason the salad dressing made it absolutely revolting. When my mom asked how it tasted, I replied with what only can be described as the roar of an eldritch horror as I explosively vomited all over the table. Multiple times.
Oh my gosh this is the same as me and my friend. So like 2 years ago I made a sushi roll and tried to prepare the rice bain-marie style. They turned out ok and the friend -who had previously tried my other sushi and liked it - said she wanted some. Later that day when she ate it, I asked her how it was, and as she opened her mouth to speak , she instead projectile vomited on me and the rest of the sushi. Guess she didn't like the new rice
I had to explain the word 'bukkake' on my 25th birthday, in a Japanese restaurant to my grandma because she knows I speak Japanese and she insisted I explain what people were laughing at. 7 months later on Christmas day, she loudly exclaimed 'Oh I know what this is, Pat showed me!' while we were playing cards against humanity at the family table. explaining to my whole family that i DID NOT show my grandma bukkake was honestly almost a embarrassing as having to explain it to her in the first place
My worst christmas was most likely the one where my uncle and aunt were very clearly going through a messy divorce but kept trying to convince us they weren’t. But the most memorable one was probably the time our friend’s dog ate my WHOLE kneaded eraser, piece by piece, sparking a massive panic.
One Christmas my basset hound was somehow able to nab a dunkin' donuts box from off the kitchen counter and ate every chocolate covered donut inside.. Miraculously he didn't die. He didn't show any signs of food poisoning or sickness either. He lived on to the ripe old age of 15 (he was about 6 or 7 when it happened)
When I was little I was in a preschool Christmas pageant, and I was to play the sheep. The teacher didn’t really like me and kept insisting I should be medicated so I would calm down (I was just a very active kid, what can I say?), and she figured making me a sheep would keep me out of trouble, right? Wrong. I embraced my role as sheep, I was going to be the most magnificent sheep that the world had ever seen. For the entire play, I stole the show by crawling around the stage shouting “BAAAAaaAAAaaAaaAA!!!” at the top of my lungs. My parents were so mortified that they put me in a different school so they wouldn’t have to face my teacher.
I’m glad you got sent to a different school so you and your family didn’t have to deal with that teacher anymore! People who think medication is some sort of cure for behaviors they find personally annoying are a menace.
Your teacher clearly knew nothing about ADHD to recommend you getting medication at such a young age. The majority of ADHD misdiagnoses is because kids were too young to be diagnosed properly. She is also supporting the idea that ADHD is just hyper activity despite the fact that usually girls with ADHD aren't hyper and so they are less likely to be diagnosed. Thank goodness you didn't have to deal with that annoying teacher again at least.
One Christmas my dad's gf gave me a book (and a lecture) on self-guidanced Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. The rest of my siblings got the usual chocolates and fancy soaps. I spent the rest of the day trying not to cry from basically the entire family being told I'm mentally unwell, but also trying not to laugh because I kept thinking of the other CBT. All whilst playing endless games of Uno. I just do Christmas with my roommate now lmao
I'm not bloody surprised! Couldn't she have given you the book separately, in addition to the normal present, and spoken to you in private, if she was that concerned? Singling you out was a really sh1tty thing to do and makes me wonder more about her mental health than yours (not that there's anything wrong with CBT - I listened to a series of lectures about it and applied them to my own life and it was very helpful)
A few years ago, my mother was making the turkey in the kitchen. My uncle was in the living room watching tv, and nonchalantly called over to her, “hey the table’s on fire” the table was indeed in flames and he did not seem to care.
This is my mom’s story, during Christmas Mass her dad was still hungover and yelled out “Plunk your magic plunker froggie, wheeee!” during Communion… I still love to bring it up as an inside joke with my family Also, my dad broke his toe last Christmas after tripping on our sofa while trying to bring our presents to us
One Christmas Eve we had my grandparents over and they'd brought along their dog. It was great, our dogs were hanging out, we were all having a lovely time until something triggered disaster. The cat threw up on the floor, my dog proceeded to eat said vomit then immediately piss on the floor, meanwhile my grandparents dog was also pissing on the floor out of fear from all the yelling that had started. A 10/10 Christmas
My dog tries to eat wrapping paper and my cat attacks the shit out of any cardboard box she can find. They're a fun duo on Christmas morning having 8 people unwrapping presents
My worst thanksgiving was when I was suffering slowly and painfully of a treatable health problem that my foster family refused to get me treated for. I wobbled my wheezing ass down the stairs hoping to get some food when my ex foster mom saw me and screamed that I ruined thanksgiving by just being there. My first thanksgiving at my new foster home I cried over how nicely I was being treated
i was also in foster care and the amount of foster parents who have no right being foster parents is _insane..._ when my new family started fostering me, we did all of these family things and several times i broke down crying in the middle of something because i'd never been treated so kindly before. i'm so glad that we could both find nice families that made us realize how good the world can actually be
@@literallyafishhook I've thought about the possibility of being a foster parent for a long time now, and when I've got my shit a little more together, I'd like to. Parenting is a big responsibility, and sometimes I'm convinced I'd completely screw it up - especially since a lot of foster kids are coming from rough situations and need compassion more urgently. And then I see posts like this and I'm like, wtf is wrong with people? And I realize I'll probably do just fine.
My grandma dropped the frozen turkey in the HEB parking lot, which was sloped/on a hill. The turkey began rolling down the hill and my grandma had to chase it down the entire way. She was in her fifties. Imagine seeing a fifty-something woman chasing a rolling turkey down a sloped parking lot 💀
@@Cenn_Devel yeah they are inconvenient. There are more around the city too. I wonder who thought “hmm, good idea, let’s set up the most expensive game of dominoes up” because I’m afraid cars will roll into each other.
Years ago I was completely done with my father trying to make me do prayers for family dinner. I endured Catholic school. He didn't. I don't like my religion trotted out only for holidays and put on display. I was done. So, since it was just us three that Thanksgiving (probably was Thanksgiving since we usually get Chinese for Christmas), I was in a special mood. "Would anyone like to say Grace?" And the old man is looking at me. Yeah. Okay. Fine. So I put my hands together. Get quiet... And I reenact that moment from Hook in the loudest voice possible and yell out, "Grace!" and immediately dig in. My mother is giggling. My father is not happy. Two years later from this incident, Thanksgiving again: "I'd like to say grace." Oh no. Oh no, the old man wants to say grace. Fine, okay fine. Well at least he's never asked me again since that time. And he puts his hands together... "GRACE!" I'm sitting there, stunned. He smirks, looks right at me, and picks up a roll. And this man PRETENDS we're nothing alike.
My mom missed Thanksgiving in 1998 because she went into labor with me! Spent 24+ hours in the hospital before the process finished. Fun times. Her birthday was the day after, so now we share it!
I have heard this story many times from my grandmother. Onetime at her sister’s house on thanksgiving day her(my great aunt) cat had gotten into the turkey. They didn’t notice until they saw that the turkey was moving and they realized that the cat was inside the turkey.
Here’s a bit of a bittersweet Christmas tale. The family cat, Midnight, used to hide underneath the tree every time he got the chance to. See, the thing was is that my family has this beautiful black and white tree with accompanying present wrapping to match. So, whenever he would hide underneath the tree, you wouldn’t notice it at first until you felt this giant ball of black fluff by the gifts when you tried to reach for one. Of course, as he got older that meant that he would occasionally piss in the tree blanket but that’s a given. He’s no longer around anymore but his ashes are still above the fireplace so he can watch us set up his favorite tree every year.
The idea of accidentally touching this huge fluffy lad when going for a gift is such a heartwarming and sweet idea; this story genuinely made me smile, thank you friend
I used to have an elderly cat that does the same, and he occasionally shits under the tree because he had bowel issues all his life we decided to let him shit anywhere, sadly it caught up to him so we had to put him down.
@@critterc0rner Aww how sad :( My other cat was the same (siamese himalayan, died before Midnight). He would leave a mess everywhere as he got older and wasn’t as nimble as his brother unfortunately..
A friend of mine was going to try this killer dessert recipe with his mom one thanksgiving Instead, his dad ran away with his best friend (he was apparently bi) and never came back So instead of baking the dessert, his mom just cried in her room, apparently he left her some shitty goodbye or something The worst part way he was too little to understand what was happening (he was like 5) and thought his dad was coming back after “hanging out with his friend” So he kept innocently annoying his mom asking her to make the dessert with them for when dad came back
I'm really late, but I have a Thanksgiving story to tell. I got my wisdom teeth removed a day or two before Thanksgiving. Something went wrong. It wasn't immediately obvious that there was a problem. I went home after the surgery, and everything seemed fine. At some point, I noticed that whenever I swallowed, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my mouth. It wasn't even caused by something entering my throat, just the swallowing water or swallowing when there wasn't actually anything in my mouth triggered it. For some reason that I can't remember, my family didn't do anything about it until the day AFTER Thanksgiving. That's right, during Thanksgiving dinner, every time I swallowed, I felt a brief stab of pain in my mouth. When my mother took me back to figure out what the problem was on Friday, I learned that apparently a small fragment of one of my wisdom teeth was imbedded in my gum. It was actually a surprisingly easy thing to deal with, quick and painless, and I was perfectly fine afterwards. However, that doesn't change how much agony I was in that Thanksgiving. I just wished I'd gone back to the doctor and dealt with it sooner.
Here’s my story: I hated thanksgiving when I was younger so, while at my grandfathers house I tried to sabotage it by flinging mashed potato’s into my dads face. Instead the potato’s landed exactly where they were supposed to be on his plate.
My cousin (much older than me) and I had a bit of an argument the day before Thanksgiving one year. Her kid and my sister have birthdays very close to the holiday so we were going to celebrate them at the same time while they were visiting. She wanted to bake a cake and noticed that we didn’t have any vegetable oil. I told her we usually just use olive oil and it really doesn’t make a difference; it still tastes the same. She suddenly got really mad and said that it does make a difference and stormed out to go buy some vegetable oil. On Thanksgiving day the topic at the table somehow came to eating bugs. Someonr mentioned how flour made of grasshoppers exist. I said that sounds disgusting and I would never eat it. Cousin said, “I think I could eat it. I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference if I didn’t know it had grasshopper flour in it” I said, “Oh, like olive oil and vegetable oil?” I consider it one of my most savage moments.
I'm amused as I just recently had to substitute out olive oil for vegetable oil in several dishes including a tomato salad. It felt weird to just eat it when I use the same thing to grease baking sheets and bake brownies, but it didn't taste like anything. Also, I've heard grasshopper flour is very nutty and has a different texture, so your cousin was probably wrong.
I can relate to the 'eating too much and then throwing up' stories. I'm a very small eater and usually throw up if I eat even slightly more than what I can handle. There's this one time I was at my friend's house (I was around 12) and her mother made a big meal for us. She kept saying I was too thin and tried to make me eat more. I did, and minutes later, proceeded to throw up all over their kitchen floor. She learned her lesson and never urged me to eat more ever again!
My grandma bought literally everyone toothbrushes. Five year old cousin?Toothbrush. My mom? Toothbrush. My grandpa? Toothbrush. And for the record, no, she was not a dentist.
Last year my sister got “The Imposter’s Guide to Among Us” in her stocking. That’s all you need to know. Edit: I just thought of another story! When my brother was younger and in Cub Scouts, he got this Cub Scout ornament of a boy in uniform doing the salute. Long story short, the pointer finger broke off and it was flipping us off for a whole Christmas season before our mom noticed. She just broke the middle finger off and now the scout holds up a fist.
my favorite Thanksgiving memory was when me and my cousin were watching Oversimplified videos together (we're huge history nerds) and when we were called out to eat he said in a childish disappointed voice "awwwww but we're learning about Hitler!" because i had just put on the Oversimplified Hitler video
All I’m gonna say is in 2017 we went to a family gathering with almost everyone in our extended family in Boxing Day and someone brought their sick baby. I have severe Emetophobia (the fear of throwing up) so was avoiding this baby like the plague, until his mother eventually set him down on the sofa next to me. I don’t like babies never mind sick babies so I just started at him awkwardly and nervously until he was taken away. He infected almost everyone and the day after the gathering I threw up 10 times all through the night. I remember a lot of details, like what I’d eaten for dinner that day, the pyjamas I was wearing and the book my mum told me to read while I felt sick cause we all just assumed it was nothing cause 99% of the time it is nothing. I’ve never trusted my mum since cause Seconds before I actually threw up she was saying „you’re just forcing It“ The first thing I said after throwing up was exactly: „still forcing it now?“
I have emetophobia too, but more in the direction of being anywhere near vomit in general. so sorry to hear this, I don’t think the mother of the baby should have brought her sick child along.
Christmas story: So a few years back, it was less than a week until Christmas and my family went out to go and see a show preformed by the local preschool. We came back to find the 2 year old puppy sitting proudly atop a pile of torn up gift wrapping. In a panic, we immediately searched the tree to see what she got, and more importantly, that she didnt get anything dangerous (i.e. chocolate). Half an hour of panicked searching later, we realized the little bastard had taken and torn up only one gift: her own. It was a brand new red and green tug-of-war toy that was stashed at the BACK of the tree. To this day i still wonder the following: how did she get to it, why did she wait until then to take it, and most importantly, how in the fuck did she know it was her gift?
@@WasatchWind What about when you accidentally knock Mr bubbles down? Or forget to feed him? Or what about that roommates cat who hasn't seemed to care too much about poor Mr bubbles until 4 in the morning on a Saturday?
I’m Jewish so I don’t celebrate Christmas but I do have a Chanukah fail: On Chanukah we light these candelabra like things called a “Chanukiah” to commemorate the miracle that some oil lasted eight days. Anyways when I was younger I was leaning back on our countertop while talking to my dad and forgot the the lit Chanukiah was behind me and my hair caught on fire. And the thing is, I didn’t notice until I smelled it and even after that it took a minute to register that my hair had indeed caught fire. Fun times!
@@baragonkunfan94thesecondar60 Fuck's sake. Someone being Jewish isn't an invitation for random arseholes to ask them serious political questions. That'd be like someone saying "This crazy thing happened on Christmas one year, for reference I'm a USA Southerner--" and then another person butts in with "thoughts on the civil war?", or asking a Chinese person "thoughts on your government? you're just fine with how things are?" Unnecessary and invasive. May seem like I'm overreacting but I've witnessed this happen about 12 times and said nothing. "Oh, you're Jewish? So how about that Palestine situation, huh? That's like, totally something you're personally invested in, right?" Pisses me right off. And for the record, I'm not Jewish. Just tired of seeing this. Not looking to start an argument, just something to consider.
Ah, the horrifying tale of my thanksgiving one year. Me, my mother, my father, and my dog were all going an a walk before thanksgiving dinner, and we went to these woods with a trail. We were having a good time, until my dog stopped. She sniffed the air, and sat down. She wouldn't budge. Suddenly she started pulling towards the entrance (mind you we only started walking for about a minute or so) and we actually were kinda freaked out and started jogging back, and we hear a howl. I booked it out of there. Where I live, we coyotes in the woods occasionally. I assume it's that. I had never had one so close to something like that before. Heart pounding, I started to chill out once we got to the field. We decided to walk some laps in the open field (with woods surrounding, but there was a pool, a playground and the field). And for the first time in about 6 months, my dog had the "zoomies" and ran around so fast and between our legs and whatnot. To this day, I can't tell why my dog got those "zoomies". (the food was good though)
Zoomies was probably a way to release the stress, like when they sometimes chase their tail because they're overstimulated. Thank God the dog could sense the coyote!
My family has a bonfire every year where we burn christmas wrapping paper and the tree from the previous year (even though we weren’t supposed to). And one year the old wooden manger lawn set was getting moldly so we threw it in the fire as well. Fire was huge and people were entertained. And my uncle was holding baby jesus in his hands and he was like “i cant do this, this goes against my religion”. then my cousin who was like 10-12 at the time, takes it out of my uncle’s hands and throws it in the fire like a frisbee. He puts up his hands and say “i killed jesus!”
When I was 7, my cousins, sister and I got my aunt to say the word "butt" into a walkie talkie on Christmas Morning. She was so distraught that she ran out of the house in tears and drove away.
Since last Christmas passed, I will mention a particular Thanksgiving. I was watching my mom cook the meal and she reached for the stuffing. She opened the bag... And proceeded to dump the stuffing into the trashcan nearby. I was confused but before I could say anything mom, realizing what she just did, cries out noooooo! She sends my sister to get more. I asked her why she did that and she had absolutely no idea. RIP mom.
I don’t know why, but this is the sweetest story. I wonder what she was thinking about that distracted her. It made me cry a little. Perhaps because I’m sure I’m much younger than your mother was then, but recently I’ve also caught myself doing inexplicable things around the house!
@@agin1519 Aww, thank you! I always think of it around this time and a certain Christmas story too. I'm not sure what distracted her either and she was unsure herself! I just saw what I saw. I have had to catch myself too lately. Because well... I've almost thrown away things I didn't mean to! I like to think that something like this happens to the best of us sometimes!
I genuinely cannot tell whether or not that 'RIP mom.' at the end is a phrase for her embarrassment or if it's a sort of 'By the way, my mom's dead'. If it's the latter, I'm sorry for your loss, but if it's not, you've already accidentally tricked the previous person to reply.
Christmas story time! When I was a kid I used to visit my dad's side of the family in Oklahoma, and one year my younger cousin (he was probably around 3) got a toy kitchen complete with plastic food for Christmas. Unfortunately when he got the gift his mom and grandma had already gotten the gift out of the box to prank him, so he had seemingly just gotten a box for Christmas. When they brought out the toy kitchen he was playing with the box. Classic 3 year olds.
One Christmas, I was apparently disappointed with the presents I got that year and said _"well that was an underwhelming Christmas"_ in front of my entire family. We then proceeded to open the next present, which was a Nintendo Switch. I still hear my family quote that line to this very day.
Reminds me of when I got my 3DS. I'd been asking for one for years. I had even written an essay that year detailing why I should get one. I had just learned how to write persuasive essays, and I'd been working on this one the whole time I was learning. So you can imagine my disappointment when I finished opening my presents and didn't get one. Then Mom and Dad brought out one last present for me. The box looked too big to be a 3DS, but I went on and opened it. There was a blank gift box inside. Some 10 or so boxes later (we reuse gift boxes), I finally got to the last layer, opened it, and screamed because it was the 3DS.
@@andromeda_va39 My parents did the same thing for me one year, but with a phone. We finished unwrapping all the gifts under the tree when my stepdad excuses himself and goes into the basement. He comes back a minute later with a box that was almost as big as me all wrapped up with a bow on top. I go to pick it up, expecting it to be super heavy, but when it hardly weighed anything I got confused. I opened the box and there was another box inside, also wrapped up neatly with a bow on top. This went on for some time and at one point I looked at my stepdad and said “if your big gift this year was just a bunch of boxes I’m gonna be pissed.” After 10 minutes, 20 or so boxes, and a lot of frustration, I got to the smallest box that had my new phone in it. Probably my favorite Christmas ever.
One year my grandmother got fed up by how long it took us to make the broccoli, had one bite of a roll and shouted: “y’know I gotta take a dump”, proceeded to shit her pants and blamed my mom’s broccoli that was still cooking on top of the stove
This year's Thanksgiving my grandmas boyfriend's daughter screamed about how she wasn't the favorite child and thought talking about her dad's alcoholism was a great dinner starter. Me and my dad hid in the kitchen for about 6 hours.
This one happened two years ago: We were decorating our christmas tree when we heard a scream from the kitchen; it turns out my little sister had lit the stove on fire trying to melt something (can't remember what). Five seconds later, we heard a crash coming from the living room. Turns out it was at that moment that the cat decided to jump up on that beautiful tree strung with glass ornaments and rainbow lights, topped with a glittering star that had quite a bit of sentimental value, and bring the entire thing crashing down. Merry Christmas.
Oh wowie ! That one’s a good one. My Christmas was wonderful, thanks for asking. My aunt introduced us all to her new boyfriend , the boyfriend was my maths teacher. My mum got really mad when I told her I had broken up with my ex kicked me out of the house and then I got really mad, and I ended up fucking one of my best friends who worked at my mechanics office down the street. I also was proposed to by the very same friend Christmas the following year.
For some reason, I was OBSESSED with butter as a child from ages 4 to about 7. Like, COMPLETELY OBSESSED. I literally put butter on my Santa wish list the same year as this story. It’s really long but it’s one I will never forget a single detail about so, enjoy: On the thanksgiving that I was 5, I was refusing to eat anything but butter and dinner rolls. My mom, who had gotten sick and tired of the you-have-to-eat-more battle, finally gave in. The whole family sat down for dinner and my grandma sees my plate. 5 dinner rolls and a big heap of butter. “Addie, look at Finn’s plate. They only grabbed rolls.” My mom looked at her and nodded. “I know.” “They need to eat more.” “They won’t.” “That’s not a dinner.” “Mom, I know it’s not a dinner. But this is the only way we are going to get Finn to sit at the table with us and eat.” My uncle decided to side with my grandma (his MIL) and picked up a new plate. He put turkey, stuffing, cranberries, and mashed potatoes on it and put it in front of me saying, “try it kiddo. It’s good.” I proceeded to grab that plate and throw it across the table, smacking my sister square in the face, while shouting “NO! I WANT BUTTER!” My mom groaned, my sister freaked out, my uncle took my plate away- setting me off even more and making my dad look at my uncle (his brother) like “come on man, just let the kid have the bread and butter. You’ve made this bad enough.” Then my 1 year old cousin started screaming and crying, my other grandma (on my dad’s side) tried to calm me down, my aunt made an attempt at helping my sister clean up but her clothes were stained from the cranberries, and when I went to grab a new roll, my grandma (on mom’s side) took the basket away. That decision started Round 3 of “sh!t is hitting the fan.” Now the dogs started barking, my also-5 year old cousin threw his plate (thinking it was a game) and knocked over the turkey, making it hit the grass. Our dogs came running over and immediately started practically ripping the entire thing apart. Now there’s chaos to try and pull the dogs away, get the turkey off the ground, calm me screaming, calm my cousin who thinks it’s a food fight, console my sister who’s in tears, stop my dad and uncle who were fighting, stop my 2 grandmas who were also fighting. And then there was my poor mom and aunt, who were just sitting there, in the middle of it all, in tears while trying to calm the baby. It took probably a good 90 minutes to settle everything down, get everyone to just sit and calm down, and get back to the dinner. My mom set a new plate of butter and rolls in front of me and then said “Lo juro por Dios, si alguien toma este plato, no será bonito.” Which means “I swear to god, if anyone takes this plate, it's not going to be pretty.” The adults would use Spanish to hide things from us kids cuz none of us knew enough. So we just knew “Mom used Spanish…this is serious.” The family let me be and I was happy as a clam with my bread and butter. You’d never think I was the one who lit the match and set off a chaos bomb. It’s by far the best holiday story I’ve ever had and I’m 21 now. I don’t know if anything could ever top this one. Every thanksgiving, someone brings it up and we just laugh at how insane things got over bread and butter. It’s like a tradition now and I love it
Was at the mums side of the family for Christmas one year for the first time when I was around 12, we were in panic because my cousin was watching Victoria secret runway on the tv (she said it was because Harry styles was on it) and my aunt was absolutely fuming, another family member had decided at the ripe age of 8 to start becoming a professional youtuber after flinging half of his Christmas presents over the fence, the dog was biting me and many drunk people were on hover boards round the hallways when we realised the electric carving knife had gone missing. After a good 30 minutes of all the mums in utter panic that everyone was going to die, my 80 something year old uncle stumbled out the kitchen door into the crowd with the carving knife plugged in, on full blast, having just carved the turkey with his rather shakey hands. Still traumatised
My mom handles half the Thanksgiving (turkey, traditional sides, pumpkin pie) and I handle the other half (ham, some sort of fancy sides, and a random pie). Made a maple custard pie this year, with a pecan shortbread crust and homemade spiced whipped cream. Planned everything for over a week, trying to micromanage all the details, and pulled an all-nighter to get everything done. Thanksgiving comes and main meal is eaten and everybody is trying the pie and my younger brother is wolfing down a large slice, commenting how good it is. I'm in sort of a daze, but explaining the recipe, and get to the crust and no sooner does my mouth get the word "pecan" out than my brain catches up and I remember my brother is allergic to tree nuts. So yeah, nearly killed my brother for Thanksgiving. According to my mom he's still raving about how good it was though, so, uh... there's that.
Aww,at least it was good though! I just imagine him choking out “worth it...” solemnly; One time my aunt who is also allergic to pecans but also walnuts said something similar and also later told my grandma how good it was lmao!!
I'm allergic to peanuts and had a bunch of satay skewers, only realising what they were once my throat started closing. Satay is so delicious. I feel your brother's pain
@@charadreamuur7229I missread the sentence and didn't see the : so I thought you just said "I just imagine him choking out "worth it" solemnly one last time" and thought you were implying he was dead
Here's a doozy from quite a while back: One Christmas my entire family ended up getting head lice. And mind you, this year the majority of our extended relatives traveled to our state to celebrate, so literally everyone was spending multiple nights at our house. My poor little sisters got the most of the nasty buggers which my mom had to take care of, while my aunts and I were drenching our heads in mayonnaise and olive oil and then wrapping them up with plastic wrap and towels. One of my aunts had so many eggs in her hair it looked white. And of course, there were the few individuals we all tried to keep from knowing about the whole incident. My mom literally told my siblings and I not to get too close to our baby cousin's head. Worst Christmas Ever. (Btw, if y'all ever have a problem of this nature, immediately purchase some Vamousse lice treatment, that stuff worked wonders).
The sheer power of “the dog took a shit in the oven.” No frills, no fancy linguistics. Dude had one thing to say and it registered in as a 5 on the Richter scale. Edit: Nevermind the guy who just went “Divorce!” wins
One Christmas about 8 years ago my parents got me this freaky stuffed animal thing called a feisty pet because I was into robots. You press the buttons on the side of their head and their jaw is supposed to open a bit to show it's teeth while the eyebrows get angry. I pressed the button and the jaw made a horrible screeching metallic noise as it unhinged it's jaw like a snake. My parents tried to convince me that it was a snake and that it was "singing". It was a rainbow unicorn.
In 2021 I got a panda like this, except that he doesn't make any sound and isn't a demonic mistake. I really like him and sleep with him on the bed for protection.
Ok I know this isn’t related to Christmas but when I saw the vacuum cleaner wrapped up it reminded me of the time I gifted my own father a rather phallic shaped object for Father’s Day when I was four. My class were making picture frames out of those lolly pop stick things and I didn’t want to so me and this other guy decided to make “volcanoes” out of clay for our fathers. They were practically small mounds with a very long red thing at the end sticking up. I always wondered for years why my dad laughed about it when he saw it or it was mentioned, and it only just came to me when my mum bring it up in conversation one year and I’ve forgotten about it since. The worst thing is that my teacher helped me make it. My teacher was a female.
One year, my grandma forgot to take the plastic off the ham AND turkey. It was clear plastic, so you couldn't see it, but in the instructions, it said *DO NOT FORGET TO TAKE OFF THE SECOND LAYER OF PLASTIC* in all caps. My grandma doesn't like reading instructions. We started loading up the plates and nobody noticed that it smelt like burnt plastic because that was the time of year when we all got allergies and our noses were stuffed. We only noticed when I started choking on it. I was about 5 or 6. We ended up only being able to eat pickles, stuffing, and baby carrots (all of which I hated) for Thanksgiving dinner because the plastic had melted into the turkey and ham, and it would be toxic to eat it.
One year my great uncle took the stuffing out of the oven and placed it directly on the stone counter. It promptly exploded, to the chagrin of the five other people currently occupying the kitchen and my grandmother, whose nice glass casserole dish he'd just rendered into a million little stuffing-coated shards. Another year, my poor father forgot the sugar in the pumpkin pie. We've never quite let him forget it, even if he does nearly pop a blood vessel when we bring it up. Cheers
For Christmas a few years back, my grandmother said "I really wish I had an ottoman." to all of us. She said this while I was sitting on her ottoman. My grandfather just stared at her.
My cousin received a stuffed toy called a flup'a'zoo for Christmas. (Almost like those popular octopi toys everybody owns these days). She was extremely happy and after unwrapping everything we went to church. The young children were called forward and asked what they got for Christmas. My cousin, who has a strong accent, said it's name but through the microphone it sounded like she said 'a fucking zoo.'
Today after dinner, my niece, her grandpa, and I ended up giggling over "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" and "Baby Shark" on the couch while trying to entertain the one-year-old. We laughed so hard that everyone else in the room started laughing and we all got distracted from the karaoke session we were about to have.
My parents make something called a Tom and Jerry every Christmas for the adults, which is a warm, low-alchohol (but still definitely alcoholic) cocktail, and in Texas, it's legal for a fourteen year old to drink them in small amounts. So what happened was, on Christmas Morning, my grandma and dad pressured me into drinking one. I didn't even make it halfway through the small cup (about twice the size of a shot glass, but it was low in alcohol as I mentioned) before I got a migraine and was mildly hungover for most of the morning.
@@lorifischer6885 very small amounts of alcohol consumption is allowed with parent supervision at 14. I still couldn't buy one of these things or the batter for it. I'm sure it's more complicated than that but that's how much I know
@@alexanderthegreat6682 oh that makes sense. i shouldn't be talking anyways because on two seperate times at the age of ten i took a shot of alcohol thinking it was soda
I learned this because my dsd asked if I wanted some but I was too scared of breaking the law. Found this out and decided it wasn't technically wrong so I did take a couple sips. Conclusion...? I hate alcohol. It burns and feels weird for some time after drinking. And it was pecan flavored.
Tequila does that to me. I can't touch the stuff. Discovered this at a bridal shower when someone handed me a margarita, I took a few sips, and instantly felt hungover, headache and all. I was like "what's the point of drinking if you can't even enjoy it first?" I never touched tequila again.
When I was little my family (grandma, her brother, my mom, two aunts, one of them pregnant, and my sister) all gathered in the kitchen to help with the Christmas cooking, so I was left alone in the living room. I was reading a book and suddenly the Christmas tree fell down onto the table, all on its own. There were candles lit on the table. The tree caught on fire. We tried to put it out with the snow, but failed. We had to call the firemen. My aunt got so stressed and scared she went into labour.
My Grandma made a coconut cream pie. My aunt for some reason put it in the FRICKING OVEN. It was coconut cream soup after that. It was actually really sad but super funny 😂
5:15 the follow-up: "Many are asking for more details. Here’s what I remember (10 years ago): She had been asking for the butter quietly while my hillbilly / military brother in law was telling a story quite loudly. Nobody heard her so she screamed it super loud and interrupted him. He yelled back, my other sister yelled to, a fight broke out, and she didn’t even get the butter! My passive-aggressive mom got involved and stirred the pot and pissed off my brother-in-law to the point that he got packed, grabbed my sister and the kids, and left. Mind you my mom’s antics and passive-aggressiveness had already pushed him to the tipping point. After they left my mom got a rolling pin, and if I remember a turkey baster, and threatened the butter sister for causing the fight and making them leave (Butter sister lives super close to my parents). The butter sister blamed it on my mom and they kept yelling for a while. Mind you this is the first thanksgiving with my wife, who comes from a truly angelic family. We haven’t been to a thanksgiving with my family ever since. I don’t think anyone ever ended up passing the butter either." Also: "Oh we never let it die. Every chance we get we yell to please pass the butter"
About 10 years ago on Christmas Day our flight to Disney World was cancelled while we were at the airport, as well as the two backup flights we were booked onto, all because of snow in Atlanta. After the 3rd cancellation, my dad decided fuck it and we rented a car. After over a thousand miles, a Christmas dinner consisting of snacks from home and a gas station in Kentucky, and a little under 24 and a half hours into our 24 hour rental, we go to return the car and they want to charge us like $280 in overages for being around 25 minutes late. My mom claims this is extortion and threatens to sue. They ended up dropping the charge. After spending an eternity getting to our very far away Disney hotel and spending TWO HOURS checking in due to us being a day late, we walk to our room, set our stuff down, and realize we have almost no time to make our very expensive dinner reservation at Cinderella’s Castle. After sprinting what had to be a quarter mile and barely making the bus, we get to the Magic Kingdom and proceed to once again sprint to make it to the castle with probably 5 to 10 minutes before the doors would have been closed. So it ended up working out, but originally we were meant to be in Orlando with a day to spare, not less than an hour. TL;DR Drove from Detroit to Orlando in a single day, almost sued a rental car company, and a very young me and younger sister almost didn’t get to meet Cinderella before dinner the day after Christmas.
My dad bought us a tree from a tree farm, as we normally did. Two weeks later, on the day before Christmas Eve, everyone wakes up and finds that the ceiling is covered in thousands of spiders….. Turns out there was a spider nest in the tree.
Yeah, that's why you want to have the tree-farm guys shake it out for you. Most of them have a tree-shaking machine that will shake it really powerfully to get all the dead needles off, which also deals with most of the spiders.
Worse Thanksgiving for me was the year we had a bunch of relatives come for a visit and everyone got sick with the stomach flu. At the time, we only had one bathroom, and there were ten people in the house. At the height of the misery, we had people hovering over mop buckets and trash cans in the corners of the living room, and running out the back and front doors to vomit/poop in the yard. Oh, and to add to the fun, my mom thought it would be the perfect time to remodel the kitchen. Somehow, we still ended up having a good dinner and the kitchen looked great after the remodel. Craziest holiday ever.
so my dads family has a sort of a tradition making a "christmas tree salad" each christmas. its not a salad at all. its like a mix of jello, cottage cheese, green food dye, and pimentos in a Christmas tree mold to make a sickly pale green tree thing but weeks after christmas theres always a lot left and once i decided it would be a good idea to tell 2 friends it was some amazing dish. um one of them nearly threw up
Christmas dinner is normally much worse than thanksgiving There was one year where my aunt showed up several hours late and my grandma (her stepmother) kept talking shit about her as we waited. Another year we were forced to have Christmas dinner at my mom’s house. Now, my grandpa is a very judgmental man and my mom almost cried from the stress of rushing to cook and clean. We also had a new cat we had to keep secret because of the aforementioned judgy grandpa that crawled into the couch and, by some miracle, stayed hidden the whole time. Then last year my siblings and I received a game that was literally meant to cause fights. Everyone had a dry erase board and had to write down which sibling was the most likely to do something. We sometimes just skipped questions that would’ve been too mean.
One Christmas when I was about 7 or 8, I didn't get a frog that I wanted for Christmas so I threatened my family that I'd turn myself into one instead. I nearly drowned myself I the kitchen sink.
One year after spending precisely half an hour with my family I was yelled at by my dad for "spreading my presents out too far" (they were in a pile on the living room floor where I'd opened them). When I complained my mum yelled at me for talking back. Needless to say I'm having Christmas with my friends this year!
Christmas goes so wrong for my family so often that we frequently say throughout the entire holiday season, “let’s hope we don’t have another merry crisis this year.”
By far the worst Thanksgiving that I've had would probably had been last year's Thanksgiving. My parents pulled out the turkey a bit too early to defrost, and by the time Thanksgiving rolled around, the turkey was starting to rot. This lead to an entire saga of having to run to the next town over to get a turkey, that turkey was mediocre at best. Edit: just for clarification, the turkey was in the refrigerator, not on the counter. This didn't make the situation any better though.
@@bimgus5808 I know, I had a feeling that the bird would be bad because they took it out waaay too early. Thankfully, we got the replacement turkey right before the store we were at closed for the day.
Ah, a Thanksgiving memory to last a lifetime. Sitting across the table from my grandma when she randomly says the n-slur. I remember actually choking on my food. Edit: I do believe my brother burst out into laughter at the utter shock of the situation. My grandma was at the time 90 and white, and still (obviously) is a white woman to this day.
One year my family hosted Thanksgiving for the extended family on both sides and we prepared all day and only AFTER the guests arrived my mom noticed she never turned on the oven to cook the turkey. Love her to bits.
I was like six and up at my nanas house. My aunt and her got into a massive fight and my aunt threw the box of cookies. they were storebought, but seasonal and i loved those things. I started crying and ran to my room.. Then my Nana came in, hands behind her back until she revealed a *second box of cookies* she had. Cheered me up. I love that woman. Then my pepe accidentally ate an entire chunk of a wine glass cuz he bit it when he went to take a sip and just went with it but thats neither here nor there
A bit late to the party, but I got my sister A large assortment of clown dolls, knowing that she hated both clowns and dolls. What I had forgotten and she had not realized was that the clown heads were antiques and the heads were made of porcelain. Moments after she opened them, I saw a clown's face headed straight for mine followed by excruciating pain as it impacted with and broke my nose
When I was 14 on Thanksgiving dinner me and my friend went outside and found a cat unconscious. I go back inside to get my dad to see if he/she is ok and came back out to see my friend giving mouth to mouth to the cat 💀💀💀
3:06 I did something like that. I put several handfuls of salt in the coating of the schnitzel. They only learned when people started complaining about the taste and my guilty little self started crying. I was genuinely surprised that shoving half a kilo of salt in something would make it salty.
During my family's Christmas, my uncle was high as balls, got upset when my uncle got him a bible for Christmas because he couldn't find his "smoking bible" (as in he used the pages to make cigarettes), caused a scene, and we ended up moving everything over to a different person's house including the roast in the oven, and left my uncle behind. Still better than the year we had to call the cops.
@@reptilesarecool9763 Don't remember much because ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧, but the gist is that two of my uncles that hadn't been in the same room together for years(and for good reason) were both invited to Christmas at my mom's place, got into a verbal fight, and almost had a brawl in the driveway, at the end they were kicked out, and my big sister was crying in the bathroom because one of my uncles(same one from the above story) told her that she was the reason our parents divorced and our dad was in jail
One year our Christmas tree fell down, and of all the ornaments, the only one that broke was one that Mom got for my first Christmas, with my birth year on it. (Fortunately she was able to get it replaced, amazingly by the same business that made the first one. Still, though.) Now we always put the tree in a corner and tie it to the nearest wall.
My dad runs a research lab and we always invite his grad students to our family thanksgiving. One student was Chinese but raised in America, so he’d heard a lot about but never experienced a “true American thanksgiving.” There were only five people at dinner that year, so my mom bought a 10 pound turkey. The student thought it was massive, and was shocked to learn it was actually a pretty small bird.
all i can remember from last thanksgiving is my older cousin talking about ww2, my younger cousin throwing a plastic skeleton down the stairs several times, and my sister drawing cranberries on cups with sharpies edit: i also recall one thanksgiving at my old house where our sink broke while we were asleep and flooded our kitchen. my dad spent a few hours fixing it and we all just had to wait and by the time we'd made it to my great grandad's house (were we often go for holidays), everyone was done eating. we left
One Christmas we got our customary Terry's chocolate oranges in our stockings. We put them away and spent Christmas day at Grandma's house. When we arrived home, our family dog had managed to eat several of them in their entirety, even though some were sitting on the top of a really tall dresser. He also ate someone's entire bag of chocolate kisses. This was after he had also found a present a few days before that our uncle sent us that contained chocolate. No, our dog didn't die. He puked it all up, and happily went on his way with hardly any repercussions. In terms of Christmas rankings, it was worse than the one where I was little and got a super bad case of the flu, and had to spend most of Christmas break in the basement. At least then I could play my new copy of Roller Coaster Tycoon. Nothing however, could bring back our chocolate oranges. I will forever stare down that dog on Christmas for his despicable crimes - and yet I fear him, for after consuming copious amounts of poison, he only craves more...
I feel you. Terry's chocolate oranges are sacred. I would forgive a dog almost anything, but even I'm not sure I could look at them the same way if they deprived me of a Terry's chocolate orange.
@@NoriMori1992 And he ate like THREE or FOUR. It's awful to me, because if one of my siblings accidentally eats a brownie I was saving, I'm upset, but at least the brownie was still enjoyed by someone. The dog just consumes it and barfs it back up.
When I was still pretty young, the wii had just come out. Of course, my sister and I begged for it all the way up to christmas day. We tore into our gifts, until the final one was before us. Our excitement was overloading, it was a pretty big box! We opened it, screaming, “IT’S A WII, IT’S A WII-“ but… my sister pulled out a shoe, “IT’S A- shoe?” My sister burst into tears, wailing as I cackled. I wasn’t sure if it was a prank, but it WAS kind of hilarious. My dad had already set it up :)
My dad said he hated me last Christmas and started yelling at me about how he never wanted a daughter, among other things. He later called my sisters and told them how amazing they were. Hopefully Christmas 2022 will be better?
my favorite christmas memory is when my eldest cousin was given a gift by my aunt. when she unwrapped it, it was some strange, wooden prop table of some sort? we were all very confused but doing the typical, 'oh yes its very nice thank you' thing when my aunt goes 'i have no idea what the hell that is' and we all laughed till we were sore, couldn't form a proper sentence for a minute. apparently she had ordered a laundry hamper set but only the support props had gotten delivered.
