Humorous Christmas'disasters'.

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What's your humorous Christmas 'disaster?'

i remember getting my first electric train set ,aged five.Dad and I spent ages constructing it only for a power cut-that lasted hours-to plunge us into darkness.Didn't get to play with it until Boxing Day.

 

Mine was cooking the turkey, I was unwell at the time and mistakenly cooked it for one hour to the pound instead of 20 minutes....when it was time to carve, it kind of exploded as the knife went in, there was stuffing everywhere, ceiling, floor, walls and funniest of all my (then) husband, seeing his miserable,scowling face covered in chestnut stuffing made my day !
and, by the following Christmas, I was carving my own turkey :D
 
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When my inebriated sister-in-law fell off the front porch while trying to carry a "Wonder Horse" into the house on Christmas Eve. Luckily it was only about a 3' drop and the Wonder Horse suffered no injury since SIL broke his fall.

We were being Santa's helpers and having a couple of drinks while waiting on the kids to go to sleep. (It took them longer to doze off than expected. :very_drunk: )

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<< not the actual horse; photo filched from interweb.
 

When I worked in IT, I developed a reporting system where the various managers could schedule their reports by ,say, every Friday, last day of the month etc...
Of course many wanted Year end reports and scheduled their reports to run on the last working day of the year. According to the 'calendar' in the computer this was Christmas eve. Unfortunately (or not) we were given a half day holiday and the automated systems didn't run that night.

I knew nothing about this until I got back after the Christmas break and I had dozens of people screaming at me because they didn't get their reports. I had to spend the morning organising a special run using the back-up databases.
 
No big Christmas disasters come to mind.

Many, many years ago after a large Christmas party, I was sitting alone in the dark enjoying the lights on the tree and the last cup of lukewarm coffee when the tree slowly toppled over in front of me as though it was just as exhausted as I was.

On more than one occasion I found it humorous when adults took control of the kid's toys and caused a squabble over how to use the Legos, Lincoln logs, etc... The adults deserved a time-out more than the kids!
 
Aunt Bea said:
No big Christmas disasters come to mind.

Many, many years ago after a large Christmas party, I was sitting alone in the dark enjoying the lights on the tree and the last cup of lukewarm coffee when the tree slowly toppled over in front of me as though it was just as exhausted as I was.

On more than one occasion I found it humorous when adults took control of the kid's toys and caused a squabble over how to use the Legos, Lincoln logs, etc... The adults deserved a time-out more than the kids!
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Said so casually as per your usual style
Priceless. :lofl:
 
Wren said:
Mine was cooking the turkey, I was unwell at the time and mistakenly cooked it for one hour to the pound instead of 20 minutes....when it was time to carve, it kind of exploded as the knife went in, there was stuffing everywhere, ceiling, floor, walls and funniest of all my (then) husband, seeing his miserable,scowling face covered in chestnut stuffing made my day !
and, by the following Christmas, I was carving my own turkey :D
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OMG Wren. Hahahaha. :lofl: Tears coming down my face.
I love this site and all its members. You people are the bestest ever.
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Pappy said:
One was a robot for my oldest son and some type of doll for my daughter. Something else I’m sure, but this was over 60 years ago.
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Both great gifts but even grander that you were willing to go out of your way to make sure they worked for your loved ones.
Really sweet. It’s pretty easy to pick out the great dads :love_heart:
 
To set the scene. My family:
There were 4 girls and 1 boy (he was second oldest)
My brother was all boy. Rough and tumble.
My father had not been that type of child. He preferred playing with chemistry sets rather than footballs. My brother and father never did understand each other. Still don't.
Back in the 50s & 60s most moms handled Christmas shopping - the dads were generally clueless as to what the hottest toys were.

Christmas morning when my brother was about seven, he had just opened the toy cars that were that year's hot toy and were on the top of his Christmas list. He promptly and quite intentionally ran one of the cars into the wall only to have it break into pieces. My father went ballistic and started yelling at him, "I can't believe you broke that BRAND NEW toy! You haven't had it five minutes..." (You get the picture.)

My mother and the rest of us were desperately trying to calm him down long enough to explain that the car was supposed to do that. It was a crack-up car (some sort of name like that). The idea was to smash it against something - often a second car of the same type - and then put things back together again. Everyone in the room knew what this toy was supposed to do - everyone except for my father, that is.
 
I don't have a Christmas disaster but I have a New Years one. It was our first New Years Eve in our new home. We decided to stay home and have the evening all to ourselves. I made special snacks and drinks to have while enjoying Guy Lombardo bring in the New Year. About 11PM I discovered that our cat was nowhere to be seen.

I looked all through our tiny house but couldn't find her. Now I was frantic. She wasn't an outdoor cat and it was very cold and snowy that night. I got on my boots and put my coat on over my robe and walked the development trying to find her. Each house was built the same with a big bay window in the living room.

As I trudged through the snow getting snow in my boots I could see everyone around the Christmas tree toasting in the New Year.

I was so miserable. I came back catless. We always kept the littler box in the garage with the door slightly open. I went out one more time and then I looked up and there she was laying on a shelf my hubby had built high above the door. I have no idea how she got up there but she was perfectly content. She peered down at me as if she was thinking why do you look half frozen. At first I wanted to wring her neck but I hugged her instead.
 
Late Christmas morning one year, I was lifting a large pot of boiled potatoes off the stove to carry it over to the sink to drain.

Just then a cousin who we weren't expecting to come and had a HUGE greyhound walked through the front door. The dog made a made dash for the kitchen and was wearing a set of reindeer antlers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a "reindeer" come careening into the kitchen. I screamed and dropped the pot. Luckily for me AND the reindeer, the boiling water splashed away from us.

Traumatized reindeer, pi$$ed off cook and kitchen covered with cooked potatoes. No mashed potatoes for Christmas lunch, alas. We laughed about that for years.
 
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