Best or Worst Holiday Memory

[Lil Me]

Any good stories out there?
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 I remember the Blizzard of '96.  What an adventure.  When the snow started, work closed early- as no customers were coming in.  Sat at home in the dark for a couple days with Mr LM.   Someone tried to steal my truck.  I was living elsewhere in BC, but managed to get back to Van for a wedding on New Year's Eve.  Attended the wedding in my Doc Marten boots.  (c'mon...it was the '90s...and there was a foot of snow on the ground...)
 
 
 
   

[Lise]

Best holiday memory for me was whitewaterafting in Switzerland. I mean, how many ppl can actually say that they did that in Europe? I was nervous as hell but my hubby was adamant that it would be fun and he was right! Water was so cold my fingers were actually numb... what an adrenalin rush. Ask if I would do it again, I'd probably say hell yeah!

  Worst memory of holiday... probably getting lost in the canals in Amsterdam. Yeah, they have canals and you get these paddleboats you can actually rent and go for a ride. We went with two other girls and it was just plain horrible. We had to meet with our tour group within two hours (or they'll assumed we want to stay in the city and leave us) but we couldn't find our way back. I lost my temper and yelled at my hubby for the first time in our relationship.....We finally made it back with minutes to spare.    

[Lil Me]

Any burnt turkey stories out there?  Or the turkey that wouldn't defrost?
 
 Any cut hands and missing fingers from carving the holiday bird?
   

[P.C.]

No burnt turkey stories.   But I used to always have these dreams every year, that people were at my door with armloads of gifts, and I had nothing ready.

They're staying for Christmas dinner, and I'm in the bathroom trying to thaw a 26 lb turkey with my blow dryer, while I'm combing my hair and ditching my housecoat.  I stall them in one room while I zip into the other and quickly put the tree up.  It's a nightmare I tell ya.....a nightmare.

[lazy Marik]

Not sure if it was 1996 when we had that huge dump of snow, but this one year we had a large dump of snow, sometime in the 90's. That was the best Christmas ever! Some of us went outside and had a snowball fight. Good fun, good fun.

I remember being embarrased also that year since my aunt gave me some clothes set which happened to include underwear... I kind of stared at it for awhile and mumbled 'thank you'.
   

[Orik]

 Going home on Christmas eve, after being away for years. having not spoken to my parents in years...  knocking on the door and the person answering was not the family i knew... i was kind of heartbroken to discover my family had moved... i guess i should of called them...


[table class="ipbtable" cellspacing="1"][tbody]    [tr]               [td class="post2" id="post-main-2545086" valign="top" width="100%"]          [!-- THE POST 2545086 --]          [div class="postcolor" id="post-2545086" style="font-size: 14px;"]             When I was in my teens I ran away from [span class="searchlite"]home[/span]. For many years I traveled and saw much of Canada and a fair share of the US of A. One lonely [span class="searchlite"]Christmas[/span] Eve, years later I found myself In Vancouver. I forthwith decided it was time to let bygones be bygones and went [span class="searchlite"]home[/span] to wish my folks a Merry [span class="searchlite"]Christmas[/span]. I walked down the old streets so familiar to me at long last 4 long years later there it was my old [span class="searchlite"]home[/span]. The trees I climbed as a we child were gone, not even the stumps remained, the car port was a new shade of Grey. The [span class="searchlite"]Christmas[/span] lights that are normally shining were not hung, How strange thought I. No tinsel or snow flakes or [span class="searchlite"]home[/span] made icicles hanging in the windows. The house looked dark and foreboding, This is most definitively odd thought I.

I walked up the drive Nice beamer, I wonder whose that is. Dad drove a Buick, I walked gingerly up the steps to the front door. Taking a deep comforting breath, I knock loudly to announce I am [span class="searchlite"]home[/span]. A strange Asian man answered the door. Since when did my parents hire a butler how odd. Low and behold the house I once knew. I find had been sold and the man at the door was the new owner. I asked what had happened to the family who lived here before he said they had moved. I asked for a new address for the people who sold him the house he said they left with no forwarding address.

Heartbroken I walked away. I did check the phone book to see if I could find my family in their sadly they are not listed.

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[Sportsdude]

hmmmm
I've had my best and my worst pretty much happen in 3 days.

happiest time is when the family is together.
 

[Lil Me]

Orik- that's a sad story.  Thanks for sharing.  You are a very good writer.
 
   

[purelife]

lazy Marik wrote:
I remember being embarrased also that year since my aunt gave me some clothes set which happened to include underwear... I kind of stared at it for awhile and mumbled 'thank you'.

 

 Oh my.....ME TOO!    Here's my story.

 My first 'xmas with my guy's family - his grandma gave me a stocking stuffer and in it, included panties.  I opened it up and was like "oh my goodness......"  And these panties weren't granny panties either.  
   


 

[Lil Me]

maybe you should buy a pair for Gramma this year?!  

[Wisdom]

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus
Christ, who gave himself for our sins to rescue us from the present
evil age...
-- Galatians 1:3-4