Oh, Christmas.
It’s the happiest time of year.
Apparently.
For weeks on end, we spend hours circling shopping centre car parks and burn half our savings on gifts and seafood all to prepare for one single day – December 25.
But there’s one thing for sure, Christmas Day pretty much never goes perfectly to plan.
From Christmas dinner mishaps to gifts gone wrong, there’s always a chance something will go wrong.
We spoke to Mamamia readers to find the very best Christmas Day horror stories.
Here’s what they had to say:
The new girlfriend.
“I had recently split from my ex, but decided to have Christmas Day together for the sake of our daughter. He brought along his new girlfriend who I didn’t really know. They had been dating for 10 weeks.
“Lunch was a painful disaster. I was in tears most of the day. Later that night I found out from Facebook that they had got engaged. After 10 weeks. We weren’t divorced. It was a horror really.” – Sarah*
No dinner for you.
“I was heavily pregnant with my third, visiting family in Queensland. On Christmas Eve, my mother-in-law starts going through the ‘menu’ for the following day – the only thing on there I can safely eat were the boiled potatoes and green salad.
Too late for me to organise anything nice for myself and fellow pregnant cousin to enjoy eating… so she grandly suggests I could eat a tin of tuna. Steam started coming out of my avid cook, control freak, foodie ears!” – Maddy*
Roast-stealing dog.
“It was my big debut cooking the traditional pork roast and crackle after my mum passed away.
“I went for a shower and came out to package it up and it was gone! ALL OF IT. And there is one smiling slightly guilty labradoodle licking his lips,” – Jenny.
Top Comments
My parents, two siblings and I were driving two hours to my grandmothers for Christmas lunch with our car packed full of our favourite gifts from Santa. Half an hour from our destination we were involved in a head-on collision. Everyone but my father was fine. He nearly bled out and severely injured his arm and face requiring a long hospital stay and Physio and we were forced to stay in my grandmother's small house until he could come home.
Another year my aunt barely escaped cyclone Tracey and we spent all Christmas worrying that she'd lost her husband and home.
Lifes too short to celebrate Christmas with shitty people.That womans partner needs to grow a pair and have a chat with his mum
Right, why would you ever invite her to anything ever again? Why would she want to come again if it was really so awful the first time? I hope there’s been some serious conversations about boundaries and so on since last time.