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posted 16 December 2004 01:09 AM      Profile for Kingsly     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Newbie here.

My best Christmas was skiing with friends.

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Mr. Magoo
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posted 16 December 2004 01:23 AM      Profile for Mr. Magoo   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
My best Christmas was probably when I was about 10, and we went up north to a hunting/fishing camp of which my great-uncle was a member. My parents and I, along with about 14 other members of the extended family, more or less "camped out" in the old bunkhouse, which had a Franklin stove, bunks (yup!), and a dog to keep you warm, if you could somehow lure him to your bunk. At night you could look out the cracks in the wallboards.

During the day we spent a lot of time, the indoor time at least, in the cookhouse, with a 5 "burner" wood stove. We had no electricity, a two seater outhouse (great fun for my cousins and I... bonding moments, if you will) and very few other comforts of home. I think we had a certain amount of running water.

Outdoors we played in the copious snow, went tobogganing, and went for long walks with the dog. At night it got down to -40F, dry as a bone, and you could feel your nostrils freeze shut for a quick second every time you inhaled. There was a giant set of size 12 rubber boots by the door of the bunkhouse, and everyone used them to visit the (unheated) outhouse at night. I distinctly remember that outside the bunkhouse there was a fallen icicle about the size of an adult thigh, and I was bound and determined to "pee it in half" while I was there.

For the tree, we of course walked out into the woods with an axe. We decorated it with strings of popcorn and cranberries, homemade decorations, and nothing else. The giant turkey was cooked/smoked in the wood stove, and we ate by candlelight.

In a way, it kind of "immunized" me against the overhype and commercialism of Christmas. Unfortunately the camp got "renovated" a few years later. Pretty much fully modernized. I have my memories, but I don't know exactly what kind of similar experience I could someday provide for my own kids.

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Papal Bull
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posted 16 December 2004 01:56 AM      Profile for Papal Bull   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Best experience: Having my ex-girlfriend call me on Christmas before we dated just on a whim.

Worst experience: Being scheduled to work on the day when I saw my cousins back from university the only time that year, after specifically requesting it off.

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posted 16 December 2004 07:56 PM      Profile for Hephaestion   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Worst: Mostly spent in bed. 104˚ temperature and projectile vomiting at my mom's farm in Manitoba.

Best: Mostly spent in bed. With b/f in Montreal. And that's all you're getting.

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posted 16 December 2004 08:35 PM      Profile for Anchoress     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I posted this in August in another thread:

OK, it's not actually a faux pas but it's a good story.

Picture this: It's Christmas eve, and I'm living in London in a 400 sq. ft. bachelor flat with a friend from Canada who is massively depressed, smokes heaps of hash, and has an abusive boyfriend who she can't let go of. It's a Council flat, and the utilities are kept on via a machine in a locked utility room that residents have to feed with pound coins.

I'm alone because S has decided to visit L - who she had previously sworn never to see again - but she's promised to come home so we can have a nice Xmas tea the next afternoon.

I go to bed and wake up the next morning with no S and no power. I can't feed the meter because she has the key to the utility room, and L isn't answering the phone. In London (then anyways) on Xmas day not only are all the shops closed, but the tube and other public transit is shut down too, so I spend Xmas day sitting by candlelight eating giant Caramilk squares and mandarins.

The phone at the flat doesn't work, but when I go to the phone box down the way, I'm surprised to get no answer at home in Vancouver. I know that it's a special day, because my great-aunt (my grandfather's older sister who refused to speak to my family for 30 years) has been persuaded to have Xmas dinner with my family.

I find out later that meanwhile back in Vancouver...

My stepfather took my grandfather to pick up my great-aunt at her apartment. She is slightly demented, and when grampa buzzes her apartment and announces himself she insists that it 'couldn't be my brother Harry', because 'he is dead'. After much persuading she finally gets into the car, whereupon my stepfather's car is broadsided and all three end up in the hospital, the two old folks with serious injuries.

My mother gets the call at home just as my alcoholic uncle stumbles in, and he is left wandering around the house in a drunken stupor while the turkey turns to carbon in the oven.

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Embarassed American
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posted 16 December 2004 09:17 PM      Profile for Embarassed American     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Best: typical American: the Christmas Eve I got a television from my grandparents. A little 12 inch B&W set that later caught fire in my bedroom and was replaced. But those were great Chrismas Eves at my grandparents -- we'd open gifts, the adults get drunk, what fun. I miss it really.

Funniest -- Midnight mass at my family's Catholic church. The monsignor is drunk as usual. He comes out in a majestic scene with two altar boys and an incense burner. He fumbles while lighting it and the flaming incense falls and starts smoldering in the carpet. So there he is with the two altar boys trying to stomp it out on high mass on Christmas Eve. You could have put it to music. By the way, we're in the front row right in front of them. I started looking at the exits.

Embarassing -- my sister caught me doing silent karaoke in front of the Christmas tree. To Englebert Humperdinck. I was, like 10. She has NEVER let me forget it.

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Agent 204
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posted 16 December 2004 10:33 PM      Profile for Agent 204   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Best: when I was 5 or 6, my parents gave me an old Briggs and Stratton engine to tinker with. Must've been from a Roto-Tiller or something, because it had a horizontally mounted crankshaft. Never worked while I had it (didn't even have a cylinder head, but that didn't matter because none of the moving parts were in the head anyway, so I had just as much fun taking it apart and putting it back together).

None of my Christmases have been memorably bad, really.

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exiled armadillo
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posted 16 December 2004 11:45 PM      Profile for exiled armadillo   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Hard to pick a best, I was a fairly spoiled kid.

Worst comes to a two way tie.

#1 was running down the stairs xmas morning slipping and getting waffle ass from the carpeting. falling provoked a massive migraine.

#2 was the second xmas with my ex when I realized he couldn't get through an xmas without starting a major fight (that's what his family always did on xmas)

Stupid thing is, he's never changed and I've agreed to let him come over this xmas.

From: Politicians and diapers should be changed frequently and for the same reason | Registered: Jul 2004  |  IP: Logged
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posted 16 December 2004 11:55 PM      Profile for Fidel     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
It was the best of Xmas, and it was the worst of Xmas' I'd ever spent in 1989. It was a winter spent in the bush about 70 miles from the nearest native settlement near Reindeer Lake, Manitoba. -45C(-50 w windchill for days on end and no Beaver to fly us out). The two Cree guys I shared an insulated tent with spent the first part of Christmas eve doing crossword puzzles in English. English wasnt their first language, and it wasn't my idea to do crosswords. So we went ice fishing till about 1am in the morning. Drunk as skunks till about 4am, and we didn't go to work on Christmas day, even though the temp climbed above -40 the next day. Ya, we showed em. Snagged about fifteen arctic char the next day and had a fish fry. The northern lights were absolutely spectacular from where I sat on a Tundra ski-doo with 26'er in one hand and jig in the other.

Best Christmas was when I was about 10 and both parents were alive. Simple things made us all happy then, but more importantly we were all together.

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posted 17 December 2004 01:04 PM      Profile for arborman     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Best xmas - a beach on Martinique, lots of rum, and a London lawyer friend introduced me to acid (first and last time).

Worst xmas - 24 hours later, in the airport in Paris with 1/2 my possessions (the rest remaining on the beach in the Caribbean), wondering what possessed me to buy a plane ticket in the middle of the night. Also hoping that I had my money with me, and some pants in my bag (I was wearing shorts, not appropriate attire for France in December).

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baba yaga
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posted 17 December 2004 07:55 PM      Profile for baba yaga     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Best and worst Xmas - I was 17 and couldn't take my parents arguing and yelling at me for one second longer, so I ran away from home on Xmas day. It was the 60's in the US (NYC), and going on the road was relatively safe back then.

I literally walked out the door with the coat on my back and a few dollars. I went to a high school friend's home and had Xmas dinner at her single-parent home. Her Mom didn't tell. Next day, down to the Village, as in Greenwich, met some non-Catholic high school friends I'd met at clubs. I dyed my hair black, borrowed an ID & became Pam Dodge for 2 years. Met a guy with bells on his knapsack to travel with and headed for Florida, N'Orleans, & Frisco. It was scary, liberating, boring and the biggest adventure, all at the same time.

Smoked my first joint on a beach at Big Sur & dropped my first tab of acid in the Haight in Frisco. I wrote one letter home to say I was alive. Sure, it was a terrible thing to do to my folks, but they were horrible parents. No, I wasn't physically beaten (knocked around quite a bit), but the psychological abuse was awful. The worst thing was not being heard or given a clue how to develop my skills, etc. I never lived at home again. I did establish something of a relationship with Mom & Dad after a few years, but they never really knew me. The kicker was that my 2 younger brothers claim to this day that it wasn't that bad at home!

*edited for deep emotional reaction.

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posted 17 December 2004 08:02 PM      Profile for Debra   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
best christmas

sitting around a tinsel tree with my friends and family smoking joints and drinking eggnog.

Yes my mom. It was hilarious.

worst christmas. This one.

From: The only difference between graffiti & philosophy is the word fuck... | Registered: Apr 2001  |  IP: Logged
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posted 17 December 2004 09:00 PM      Profile for remind     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Well, Christmas was hit and miss in my family when growing up and it depended on whose year it was at the grandparents.

So the Christmas were for the most part when at maternal grandparents fun and always good.

The best was the last one spent with my mom.

The 2nd best when I was an adult was when I invited a whole bunch of people over who had no family ties in Nanaimo and/or who had a pretty shitty childhood and were not going to their families. T

The worst Christmas was last year, as it was my first holiday season without my mother and she had just passed. This year's holiday season appears to be about the same as last though.

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