ChristmasEveAtGrandmasHouse
I did not normally have such long conversations with my baby sister, but talking with her that night was the only way I could mask the amorous sounds of our parents in the next room.
I did not normally have such long conversations with my baby sister, but talking with her that night was the only way I could mask the amorous sounds of our parents in the next room.
You know your life has gone completely downhill when you come home from Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve and get beat up by your alcoholic husband, and you can't call the cops because Christmas will be ruined forever for your kids.
Half of my family got me food while the other half paid for the dentist to make sure I couldn't eat any of it.
My first child was born on Christmas day, just in time for her great great grandfather to see her on his death bed.
We told my older sister that if she had wanted to decorate the tree with us, then she she should have gone to community college.
Just as I was about to tell my eight-year-old daughter the truth about Santa Claus, she said she was going to ask him to end the war in Iraq.
"I'm not sure how I'm going to buy them Christmas presents this year" she said, after realizing that he owed her over $6,000 in child support.
After I convinced the kids I had gotten them duct tape and underwear for Christmas, they were quite appreciative of their real gifts.
Moments after my three year old son stated, "I help Daddy," I came to realize that our Christmas tree was on fire.
As I sat in the church pew watching a movie on Jesus, I got a laugh out of the woman next to me as she was caught off guard by having to explain what a circumcision was to her young boys as it played out on the screen.
My sheltered, religious friend was crushed when she discovered that her family's "Christmas smell" -- the special aroma that she had only ever smelled on Christmas morning -- was, in fact, pot.
They didn't have the DVD she wanted at Wal-Mart, so I bought her a big red bong for Christmas instead.
The same year I started cutting in high school, Christmas lost its magic.
Christmas Eve is one hell of a time to learn that some old wives' tales are true.
The day he left, Christmas Eve, he told me he'd found another.
She tore out my heart, yet still on Christmas morning I received a cheerful message from her as if nothing had happened.
Christmas will be hard this year with two girlfriends.