We went to visit my parents, and ended up spending the day snowed in the Dallas airport (I mean really, what are the odds of snow in Dallas?). We just needed a commuter flight. As DFW opened up, most of the commuter airports started closed down. More and more people were arriving in the commuter terminal, and no one was leaving. It was a madhouse. We finally scored a midnight flight to Tulsa, about an 1.5 hour drive from my parents house, and an hour from my brother’s house.

Then they were all pissed that they had to drive up to Tulsa to get us. Merry frickin’ Christmas.

I think my worst Christmas has to be, hands down, the Christmas I cam home from college my freshman year deathly ill with what’s commonly refered to as "the finals plague," that potent cocktail of nameless viral infections that wrecks havock on college students inevitably wandering about, underfed, sleep deprived, and underdressed in the freezing cold while stressed beyond all reason about finishing papers. Not only did I manage to get an ear infection and not realize it, but I flew home with that ear infection and the combination of the infection and the high air pressure in the plane left me completely deaf in one ear for my entire month-long break. As if that weren’t enough, 2 days before Christmas my weakened immune system welcomed in an incredibly violent stomach bug that prevented me from keeping anything- even water- down for more than ten minutes. And, on top of that, my mom and brother both caught the stomach bug as well. It was pretty miserable.

My worst Christmas was also retrospectively hilarious. On Christmas Eve when I was 6 or so, our family was at a family friend’s house for a party. The kids all played downstairs and the older ones were seeing who could do the best jumps off a couch or something. When I did mine, I landed right on my nose, which gave me a terrible rug burn. On my nose. That’s right, I looked just like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in time for Christmas day.

I think the worst Christmas I ever had was probably one of the best in all actuality. When I was a young twenty-something, I had a little problem with drugs and alcohol that I was totally in denial of.

I spent Christmas Eve in a fishing shanty with two people I barely knew instead of being at home with loved ones. I stumbled in around 3:30am when the departure of our Christmas destination was just a couple hours away.

Once I finally peeled myself from my bed, I stumbled downstairs for breakfast. I made a comment about how I hoped my Uncle’s drinking didn’t ruin Christmas…my Mom replied with,"I don’t think it’s your Uncle we need to be concerned about".

It took a few more years of chaos before the pieces fit together…15
sober years later, I’m pleased to report I’m sober as a judge.
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My worst Christmas happened when I was 11, in 1991. My father and his brother had been at odds with my grandmother for a matter of years and in fact my uncle hasn’t spoken with her since ’85. I am not sure of why, but on with the story. We woke up on Christmas morning early and had just started opening presents when my dad got a phone call. Apparently my grandmother had a heart attack about an hour before and was being transported to a hospital about two hours away (we lived in the same town as her). So we packed up w/o opening any more presents and left for the hospital. We stayed in the waiting room all day. Later on in the evening I snuck back to my grandmothers room only to find her bitching my dad out, in a quiet after-surgury way, about how horrible of a son he was. I remember this intense hatred for her then, and I think about this every Christmas.
She got better but relations with her did not. Right now I am the only one in the family who will speak with her, but its always out of pity. She sent me a package a couple of days ago and its riding around in the back of my trunk. I will probably throw it away without opening it.

I feel bad because I don’t have a hilarious worst Christmas. Mine was last Christmas. We found out that my mother was sick. My sister and I decorated the tree without herfor the first time, although she did a fair bit of supervision. She was too tired to really help out with anything, just sat on the couch taking it all in. It was our last Christmas with her. It seems wasted now – but you never really know how great something is until it isn’t with you anymore.

When i was 5 years old and our heater broke and we froze our asses off for 12 hours in 10 degree ohio. i never wanted mittens so bad for xmas in my life.

Mine would be the time I decided to sleep on the floor in front of the fireplace. I sat straight up in the middle of the night, only half-awake, and barfed all over the carpet because I was too hot.

i was 10. it was my 5th year in a row asking for a puppy, and santa always had an excuse. So i wrote him a note with the cookies i left him reading "If you dont have the dog- then take a hike". I woke up to find all my brothers and sisters had presents and I had none. I had to sit and watch them open, all the while pretending i was fine with it, holding back my need to cry. My parents sat trying not to burst into laughter. After everyone was done they told me to check the laundry room, and there i found my presents. No dog though. Still no dog. 16 years later.

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It started in the year nineteen hundred and ninety three. I was living post high school, carefree (well, sort of) and in love with the girl of my dreams (up until that point at least). She was beautiful, athletic and most of all she was cool. Not acceptable “cool”, we’re talking, “I’d probably marry her ‘Cool”. She was my friend first so I was gently working on taking it to the next level, so, I kept the feelings on the down-low till the time was right. She did love me; she loved me as a friend; she trusted me and told me everything, I was feeling all high on the horse being I was so significant and all. With my naive mind and inexperienced heart, I awaited the day it would all change. So as December came I decided I would buy something really nice and take her out in grand style to show her I am serious about our relation together.
The Christmas seasons’ prior were fairly traumatic for me; two Decembers before I’d lose my beloved Grandfather to cancer, and the previous year, I had lost my eight year old cousin Andrew to a rare disease. So with this thing with Misty brewing, it seemed the god forsaking month of December would actually turnout grand for once.
She had called me one night while I was Christmas shopping. She asked me to come to the restaurant where she worked to visit. I, (sensing nothing) obliged whole heartedly. I was with my friend Mark and we were on our way. When I arrived, all the usual people said “hi” to me, Amber, Christine and of course Misty. We were seated and awaiting or beloved server and when she got there, all hell broke loose. She found out I was talking about her behind her back, spreading lies in the like; she was livid.
Flashback: Since the mental build up had been so tremendous and my patience not yet developed; my dumb-young-mind thought it appropriate, along with my primitive reasoning, alluding to another that Misty loved me but was to shy to tell. I figured that Lisa knew nothing of Misty and could careless about my fabricated tales’ significance. Unbeknownst to me, Lisa had a friend that worked at the restaurant where Misty did; so one harmless blurb (or so I thought) -practically overnight- turned into headline news and was being talked about by everyone there. Misty, embarrassed, later commenced her anger and disgust with me. She said, she never wanted to see me again and iterated aggressively that she was seeing someone (someone I didn’t know about).
After the hammer dropped, I left the restaurant to collapse and wonder what the hell I was thinking. The one thing that stirred in my stomach (in addition to the vomit) -was the feeling of complete and utter humiliation. It was the first time I had no excuse, no explanation and no basis for an alibi. With all that hanging over my head, I came to realize the hardest part; the fact that she was seeing someone and failed to mention it to me. It was beyond jealousy and beyond any anger I could muster; I was disappointed that she would go on about her life and leave a major detail like that out of mine. That’s the day I came to the realization that you never really know a woman, even though you may be totally convinced otherwise. I understood now that as much as I wanted to bring that lie to life– it ended up killing me and my friendship with Misty in the end. I thought I knew everything there was to know about her and I assumed she wanted me to know it all too.

It amazing how life teaches you, it’s not series of courses or events; it all hits you in one fell swoop, especially in December.

I can’t recall which year this was but it was one winter I returned home for the holidays from university. I was absolutely miserable and left my house after the Christmas meal to take a drive, obstensibly to clear my head. I drove around town and found myself outside of a friend’s house. I wasn’t thinking clearly, at the time, and only realized when she came to the door that I was interrupting her (happy) holiday dinner. I apologized and spent the next hour driving around aimlessly, wishing I wasn’t so effing lonely.