Hellidays - When Bad Holidays Happen To Good People

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My worst holiday experience occurred when I was 13 yrs old. My mom was never much into giving me presents. She saved those for my sis, the angel of her life. That summer I worked and put aside a little cash and ordered a skateboard. It never came. For the longest time I gave up on it, figuring I got ripped off. Christmas morning comes along and I was watching my sis rip open her bounty. Just another day, you know. It got down to the last present, which was tucked behind the tree. Lo and behold it was for me. Guess what it was! Yeah, my skateboard. Seems that it did come in the mail and my mum thought it would be great fun to give me a gift that I had bought for myself. The really bad part was that it wasn’t even put together and... read more
Posted on 12/29/2009 at 08:22AM by Anonymous
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Not a hellish story, per se. But I will always remember it! We got up on Christmas morning only to find our poodle chewing the head off of Baby Jesus in our manger display. She had already snacked on the Virgin Mary.
Posted on 12/26/2009 at 07:06AM by Anonymous
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Bought a new car for my wife yesterday. I wanted to have it parked in the driveway tomorrow morning and had a big bow in the back cargo area.

I parked it two streets over, near the cul-de-sac so there was no chance she'd see it. Today I drove by to make sure it was OK, and saw it was pushed up on the grass.

The whole back end had been wiped out, glass shattered, the bumper was hanging off, and the bow was sticking out the tailgate. Apparently a snow plow had come along and "plowed" in to it over night.

I had it towed back to the dealership and have nothing else to give my wife tomorrow morning.
Posted on 12/24/2009 at 06:43PM by Meteja
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My family and I were Christmas Eve shopping at a department store in Stockton, California. I was about 10 years old and I wanted to buy a Tootsie Roll bank for my cousin. I went into a one checkout lane to buy her gift while my family was in another lane.

All of a sudden, we heard loud sounds, like fire crackers. I didn’t really know what was going on. Next thing we knew, one of the clerks is yelling numbers for the cashiers to put in (I guess to lock the registers) then people are screaming and running around. I was really freaked out, as I was not near my family at this point. I was crawling around people who were on the floor as I looked for my family. It was total chaos, with everyone screaming in terror.

Finally after what see... read more
Posted on 12/16/2009 at 09:20AM by Anonymous
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My birthday is four days after Christmas, December 29th.  To a kid that is real tough, you get kind of ripped off, if you know what I mean. Your presents are either small or combined. You never get a birthday party. But one year, when I was about 10, my mother decided I would have my birthday party on Christmas.

Both of my Grammys and Grampys were there and actually getting along, my mom and dad were looking at each other lovingly for once and my brothers had even gotten me a gift. I was so happy!!


Until I got to Grandma Adella's gift. My Grandma Adella, she was a nice old lady. But the cheapest person you ever did meet. She always would buy these real cheap things and try to pass them off as being real. Like real cheap jewelry a... read more
Posted on 12/16/2009 at 09:15AM by Anonymous
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