Since not everyone isn't doing a tree or much decorating I thought maybe you had a funny thing to share. Did you have to wrap something that was oddly shaped? I did..bought DH a recliner & it was delivered with no box. Had to use multiple pieces of wrapping paper to cover it. Also, was on the phone in living room a couple of years ago.. Imagine my shock when the tree slowly just F E L L over. In slow motion. Told my DH that it fainted, LOL!
So do you have a funny? I know we all could use a laugh.
GinaThis message has been edited. Last edited by: GeeGeeQuilts,
One year my husband played santa at our company family Christmas party.
As he walked in and said "HO HO HO, Merry Christmas!" our three year old son ran over to him and said...." HI DAD!"
I want to be the kind of woman that when my feet hit the floor each morning the devil says: "Oh NO! She's UP!"
My brother in law (single at the time) had given a gift to my step-son who was about 10. You could tell BIL had stopped at the dollar store on his way to the house, the toys were still in the plastic bag, bless his heart. Anyhow, its the thought that counts & kids don't care. So the kid is super excited to get a sack full of toys and as he pulls each toy out he's exclaiming over them (very excited & very loudly),"WOW! A COLORING BOOK! LOOK! ITS A TRUCK! YAY, SOME MARKERS! CANDY!!!! STICKERS!! A RECEIPT!!!!"
And just in case you need a little more laughter, check out this article
If it doesn't work (I'm on my phone) google '27 reasons kids are actually the worst'
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When DS was 3 or 4 years old, he was OBSESSED with cars -- spotting different makes & colors coming down the street, playing with his toy versions, drawing them, chattering about them, and most of all, pretending he was driving one. One Christmas, we had gone home (where both sets of grandparents lived), and somehow DH & I were driving around without DS along -- one of those rare moments of parenthood. We came to a stop light & suddenly I saw, on the side of the road, the front grill of a Buick, insignia & all. Someone must have had an accident & left the debris in the ditch. A light bulb went off in my head, I jumped out of the car, grabbed the grill, and got back in the car before DH could say, "What?!"
Christmas morning, the Buick grill was front & center under the tree. DS was THRILLED when he saw it! Forget Lego & Fisher-Price -- he played with that car grill all day! Grandma found a big cardboard box, so we put the grill on the front like a real car. Added a pot lid "steering wheel," and a little boy's fantasy was complete.
I have the cutest picture of DS in his jammies, with "bed head" hair, grinning ear to ear on Christmas morning while holding up his prize car grill -- best present ever!
Had to edit this -- I just saw that I accidentally said "DH" at first instead of "DS"! I *do* know the difference between the two guys! And it was DS who was the lucky recipient of the shiny (but a little scratched) Christmas grill!
I just thought of another Christmas funny, too. The first year I was in jr. high, my mother got me an electric razor for Christmas. Those were the years of nothing but dresses & nylons at school, and because I was ~so~ grown up by then (cough!), I thought I had to use a razor on my peach-fuzzy legs, like all the other girls.
So Christmas afternoon, the opened presents were still sitting under the tree when the neighbors came over. I ran like mad to go hide my razor because I didn't want them to see it! I was MORTIFIED that they would see such a "personal" item or know that I used it.
Oh me....the angst of pre-teenhood at Christmas. This message has been edited. Last edited by: StarrySky,
My DH took my oldest son tree shopping one year when he was about 5. DS fell in love with a particular tree and just had to have it, so they packed it up and home it came. When it came time to put it into the tree stand, DH started mumbling - seems the tree had 3 different trunks starting just inches from the bottom! There was no way to get the tree into the stand, so they chopped it up and we had 3 trees in white 5 gallon plastic pickle buckets that year
When my oldest DD was about 3 she could not keep quite about a present. We, DH DD and myself went chris*tmas shopping. I told her not to tell daddy what I had picked up for her daddy so later we all met up in the store and she told her daddy that she could not tell him what we got him for Chris*tmas but she could show him which she did. We still laugh about that. And she still will spill the beans 40 years later.
Here's a Chr*stmas story for you: Back in 1979, my dad had a heart attack on 12/23 and was hospitalized. My mom and my brother were at the hospital with him all night, but mom was insisting that we have our usual Chr*stmas Eve celebration anyway. The only problem was that either Dad or Mike usually dressed up as Santa. Since Dad was in the ICU and Mike was so exhausted from being at the hospital all night, we told my nieces and nephews that Santa was going to go to someone else's house that year. My eldest two nephews, Brian and Duane, sort of rolled their eyes. I asked them what that was about and they said, "Aunt Linda, we know that it's Grandpa who plays Santa every year and since he's in the hospital that's why Santa can't come." I hated to see them lose their belief so young (they were all of 10), so I told them that they were wrong and there was a Santa, but he was just going somewhere else. About 10 minutes later, our neighbor across the street, a new grandfather, came riding down the street dressed as Santa in one of his horse-drawn sleighs, complete with very loud jingling bells. All of the kids gathered at the living room windows to watch as he went into the house across the street. I heard Duane say to Brian, "You know, maybe Aunt Linda is right and there really is a Santa Claus afterall." I smiled the rest of the evening, and when the boys were much older and we were remembering holidays past, I reminded them about that night and we all had a good laugh.
Here's hoping that this Chr*stmas season brings peace, prosperity and good health to your family.
One Christmas I was so excited, I was more awake than usual. I already knew what my main present was and still couldn't sleep. So Mom took me to show what was under the tree so I would go to sleep. I was 14 at the time, not a little girl.
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I thought this book cover was funny. I saw this book this week while Christmas shopping and thought it was so funny I took a picture of the cover.This message has been edited. Last edited by: Shogun,
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My daughter's boyfriend tells me he never knows what to get DD#2. I say listen to what she says or looks at while shopping and then buy one of those items. If you are good you can shop while she is with you.
My daughters are 40 and 34. A couple years ago I told them I used to buy their Christmas presents when they were with me. That year the youngest opened her gift and said "Hey! I was with you when you bought this." Then tells everyone that Mom still buys gifts when she is with me. She has not mastered the art of gift buying when the intended receiver is with her.
Shogun - I saw that book somewhere recently -- TV? Or heard about it on the radio. Thought it was a clever title!
Strings - Christmas of 4th grade, I had begged & begged for a BIG bike, a step up from the smaller one that had the training wheels removed years before. "You'll have to ask Santa for that." So I did (4th graders still believed in Santa back then). And I hoped. A bike was no small beans to be asking from Santa!
The night before Christmas, dead middle of the night, I couldn't sleep, wondering if that bike was coming. I finally realized I needed to visit the bathroom...and the trip would ~conveniently~ take me down the hall past where I could look into the living room & see the Christmas tree...surely Santa had come by then... BUT! I was scared of how dark & cavernous that part of the house was at night, lit only by the little night light in the kitchen. There had been many nights before when I had to skedaddle quickly down that dark hall so All The Things That Go Bump In The Night didn't catch me (they lurked around dark baseboards, you know)...
I made it to the bathroom safely that Christmas Eve, but didn't have the courage to look at the living room on the way there. So I had only one more chance to check for that bike, on the trip back to my bedroom. I *had* to be brave and look, scary as I knew it would be.
So I looked. And I could see the fender of a BIG bike parked beside the Christmas tree, gleaming by the light of the kitchen night light.
I got back to bed way too excited to go back to sleep! I don't know how Santa got that bike into the living room, but he sure did. Maybe Mom left the door unlocked!
I acted totally surprised Christmas morning when I was finally allowed in the living room to see my presents. Never told my parents that I had peeked.
I still have the bike, too.
I think it was the next year when I figured Santa out -- I found my presents in the top of Mom's closet well before Christmas!
Starry Sky, your bike story reminded me of another Christmas Eve of not sleeping. Daddy had the job of staying with me to get me to sleep. Neighbors always went to sleep very, very early. Early in the wee hours and still very dark out, they were outside riding their bikes and I hadn't even been to sleep yet. They weren't quiet while riding.
I have enjoyed reading the stories.
One Christmas when ds#2 was a toddler. There was a knock on the front door. It was Santa Claus! He had the square lens glasses and a wonderful accent. For years and years, didn't know it was our next door neighbor. He was killed by a drunk driver when ds#2 was about 15. Miss that man. His wife still lives next door.
Also following tradition, forget where I put something. My Mom would do that too.This message has been edited. Last edited by: Strings,
Friends divide our sorrows and multiply our joys.
Here's a recent one. I'm subbing in second grade for a few weeks. Last week we were making ornaments — I bought glitter glue to decorate the cardstock ornaments. We set them to dry on top of the counter. A few minutes later I need to write something on the board above the counter. I can't reach it, so I sit down on the counter. Yep, on one of the ornaments. Only I didn't realize it. So, I walked across the classroom to gales of laughter. Yeah, glitter glue on my bu*tt! I do believe I was the "bu*tt" of several dinner table jokes that night.
Thankfully it washed out on the third washing.
"Laughter is timeless; imagination has no age, and dreams are forever." Walt Disney
I am so loving these stories too, thanks all for posting!!
I remember the "Cmas that was" at the lake with my cousins. Six kids in that family (I'm an only) and they all swapped gifts. The next to youngest, about 3 or 4 said to his sister about 9 "Oh, Diane, you out dooed yourself"!! She had given him a Match-box car. I was 10 and got a chemistry set I had sooo wanted.
Another was when DH, I, our 2 girls and DMIL stayed at my parents at Cmas. DD1 about 8 shared a room with DMIL. It was a windy night and a tree branch tapped the window making DD ask, "Grammie, do you think that is Santa"? And her sister age 3, sleeping in our room popped up around 11:30PM and announced "Well, we can't sleep all day"!
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The hardest present to wrap was one we got for our DD when she was 14 - a baby grand piano. We bought it used and had to hire a moving company to get it to our house. It sat in the basement in pieces covered with a tarp for several weeks. (We were remodeling the basement and had lots of 'stuff' down there already.) Those moving guys were so nice, they volunteered to come back before Christmas to get it from the basement up into the living room. Of course, they had to do this several days BEFORE Christmas. So DH built a box around the piano. When DD came home from school that day and saw the box, he told her he had bought me a weaving loom and that was what was in the box. She was very surprised to open that box on Christmas morning.
Sometimes I laugh so hard tears run down my leg! Lois
I have always been a big kid at Cmas. I Can not leave a present alone. When I was 9, I could not find any presents with my name on them. Not until Cmas morning did I get to open my little box containing a beautiful necklace, and ring with my birth stone. Months later, I was told dad had hidden that small box in the hubcap of the car. Guess where I looked first the next year?
Another story has me as the ward clerk in ER at the local hopsital one slow night. I opened the presents under the tree there. Found a paperclip in one box and a couple of mints in another. By this time the doctor in charge came out to see what I was doing. I left the rest of the presents alone.
I'm not that bad now, but still shake the puddin' out of my presents and rip the paper right off. I save no paper or bows.
Jslady wishes all of you the best of holidays.
Thanks for these posts...I truly needed the laughs of the memories, administration has managed to ruin the last couple days of my career. Anyway.......one of my memories:
I was about 8, younger sister 5..and our bedrooms were on the 2nd floor. We practiced going down the stairs so we knew where to step so there would be squeaking. Very early Christmas morning, we crept down the stairs, avoiding all the squeaks...peaked around the corner...and........there was NO presents!!! We sat on the steps and cried and cried, waking up our parents. When they figured out why we were crying, they said "Christmas is tomorrow".
My reply had a trigger word...sigh
Here's another. Love the stories bring on more. I know we could use more laughs.
G O D bless everyone.
Oh, these are all just wonderful!!! If you haven't looked at the link Toryam posted, please do. You'll laugh even more.
Merry Christmas everybody!
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.
I think I found my present yesterday evening!! Our lights went out Wednesday night about midnight. On the way to the bathroom yesterday evening, I noticed the neighbor's security light was on. DH needed his flashlight to unplug the generator and throw the main breaker back on and asked me to get it out of his nightstand...not in the top drawer...or the middle drawer...hey! what's that sack in the bottom? I edged it back a bit, then thought better...went on to the bathroom which is what I was intending to do. When I came out..he was standing at the bedroom door. WHEW! If it'd continued prowling through his nightstand I would've been C*A*U*G*H*T!!!
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