ok tell su abotu the worst xmas ever

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ok my mum was ill ( banned naturally) and she took benylin on top of alcohol and slep for the whole day occasionally waking up to mutter somehting incoherent then going back to s leep

and kids who open to much and lose all the bits straight away
and you trya dn lok alluring in glittery knitwear that itches like hell so you take it off and go nad put a tshirt on

Erm must be when I was about 12 and my parents were in the middle of getting divorced. My mom spent all day knitting and my dad spent all day in the garage.

We all had xmas dinner together but sat round the table in silence.

sounds like an episode of the Royle Family!

Mone of my worst was last year - stuck alone with anorexic MIL - "eat? pourquoi? can't we wait until my darling ds gets home?" while dp worked till 10.45pm

ph no! what abotu with your kids ,what do you hate? glittery knitwear?

I ate a whole Terry's chocolate orange that I recieved in my stocking ( before Xmas dinner) and spent the whole of Christmas day either in bed or throwing up!!!

Can not even look at any form of chocolate with orange in it now!!!

ooh yes i remmebr being ill as a kid
also went to bed at 3 pm as had been up all night

When I was 25 and got influenza and then wound up in hospital w/pneumonia in both my lungs. The flu put the kabosh on all the parties and celebrations BEFORE the holiday, and the pnuemonia ruined Xmas, Boxing Day and New Year's.

I am proud to say that I own NO glittery knitwear

the endless quality street and roses and sweet sherry and advocaat does my head in - none of those things are actually nice.

saying I wasn't going out on Xmas Eve and then going out 'for one' and coming in at 6am. Dad was collecting me at 9am.

Vom at the table nearly that year. I had to pretend that I was coming down with a cold and that was why I wasn't on form.

This was nearly 105 years ago when I actually went out after 5pm.

we went to stay with in laws from Boxing Day (kids aged 3 and 2). Children normally good there but were distraught that we had left home without bringing all their presents that Father Xmas had brought them. So from the minute we got there, they would not stop howling and shouting that they wanted to go home (no matter how much we tried to bribe them). Eventually, after a few hours they calmed down and started enjoying themselves.

We then left them with in laws and popped into town to look at some of the sales - came back to very ashen faced mother in law. Dd had fallen asleep, they put her on their bed and she had done a massive diarrhea all over the bed - she had then got up, walked to the bathroom (leaving poo footprints on their carpet), taken off her pants and tried to them clean herself in the sink.

Needless to say, we left that evening!

Ooh - also remember one Christmas being very hung over as it was my best friend's 21st birthday on Christmas Eve!!!

Have never wanted to throw up so much - and mum just kept glaring at me over dinner as if to say - don't you dare!!!!!

LOL at the glittery knitear.

when we went to mils for xmas and dh pissed off down the pub all friggin night with genetically unthoughtful males of the family
leaving us females with the kids
dh came back pissed as a fart and I kicked his arse all the way home
I only seen my arse coz I couldnt get pissed coz I was pg.

another time we all got pissed and sil and I were scrapping in house, they had to pull us apart

oh what funxmas is

My worst xmas was when we all got up (me and three brothers) and thought our Dad had got called in to work. We were miserable all morning until Father Christmas mysteriously turned up with new BMX bikes for us all.

Dad turned up later but we were so upset that he'd missed Father Christmas visiting us specially with our bikes.

lol at bikes adn pooey footprints

After a few long years of my Dad having an affair, my Mum finally lost it in the middle of Christmas day, had a huge breakdown, threw a clotheshorse full of washing at him and lay on the floor sobbing that we had to get him out of the house now.

I collected 3 clean shirts, socks and pants from upstairs, made him a sandwich from the abandoned turkey, and handed it all to him in a carrier bag on the doorstep. He was gone for a year.

Went back to work to get some cheer from best friend - and her Grandad had died at the table in the middle of Christmas dinner.

Some years before the clothes horse incident, Mum had collected a huge turkey and left it in the back of hatchback, as she has arthritis and couldn't lift it. the she asked dad to take a load or rubbish to the tip. Then he got back and she said 'didn't you get the turkey from the back of the car before you went to the tip/' and he said 'what turkey?'. Yes....he had thrown it out at the tip!

foxinsocks - your poor DD

About 5 years ago DD1 and I were due to spend it at my (then) boyfriend's house. Two days before, after we'd been out for my office "do", after staying at my house he got up early to have a bath and then sneaked out and drove home leaving a note saying "sorry I can't do this any more. Good luck". Wouldn't answer his phone and refused to speak to me.

I spent Christmas day at my mum and dad's, mostly in tears and unable to eat.

actually, pretty much all the xmases i've had in France have been fire. They JUST DON@T EAT ENOUGH!!! Where's the gravy, the stuffing, the christmas pus, the mince pies?
bl*y oysters and foie gras? call that a meal???!
Also, most of dp's family are atheists, so why bother at all, I'm thinking?

even the telly is even more monumentally awful than usual.

I tell you, uk christmas are really so much better.

ahem...pus=pud

Christmas pus - yummy

lol blu

I have glittery knicks

saw a glittery bra today

blu that is priceless!