Probably the one where my dad died two days before Xmas. The upside was being last minute invited into my extended family’s celebrations. After spending two days in hospitals, in shock and mourning walking into a warm, cheery home with food and love will always be a cherished memory in what was otherwise the worst episode of my life.

My parrot died christmas morning 3 years ago

I’m predicting the upcoming Christmas is going to be, since it’s the first one I’m going to be in without access to a single loved one.

I was a kid, I wanna say fifth grade? Anyway, I had to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive to my dad’s mom’s house. I hated both that woman and the house. We made it there around ten or so. Then my dad excused himself, like, a hour after we arrived, leaving my mom and me with his mom, who hated us both in equal measure for ruining her son’s life.

He didn’t come back until well past midnight.

I had fallen asleep in the couch and woke up to the fight in the living room. My mother was devastated, and hurt that he left us (he was our ride home), and that it was for drugs or whatever hood shit he was up to. Even after we packed up in the car, he made a pit stop to pick up some drugs for the road and my mother was sobbing in the car. I was trying to comfort but I made it worse, so I just held her hand from the back seat.

They screamed and fought in the car for nearly an hour. I was terrified he was going to pull us into traffic because he was getting so angry. We ended up pulling over and my mom sobbed in the gas station parking lot, screaming at him to just give a fuck. He walked off to smoke and I was able to calm my my down because she could see I was freaking out and she loved me more than she hated him and calmed herself down in my behalf.

The ride home was silent. We got home and it was nearly dawn. My mom made me a snack and then sent me to bed. I didn’t fall asleep for a few hours because I was worried he would do something to my mom. When I was sure he was out, I went to sleep.

Highlight: They got me an Enya CD (don’t judge me) so the initial ride there was actually quite nice. My mom was actually very excited that morning. She was excited to have a family Christmas.

My toddler had a respiratory issue several days before Christmas. Hospitalized for a few days. Released a few days before Christmas. We got home. Pipes froze that very day, for several days. So no water in the house. We were supposed to travel, but due to the hospital and weather were stuck home, so we had to scramble to get a few Xmas things together for the kids. Luckily midway through Xmas, the pipes finally thawed - Christmas miracle, we could shower.

Not even that bad, but the first new years eve, where my parents let my oldest brother drink all he wanted, kind of as a “you’ll regret that” type of lesson in not always going hog wild on drinking. The part that sucked was I got trapped in the bathroom because he threw up all over the whole entire floor pretty much.

I had a really bad panic attack and had to go to the hospital. I was stuck there for 8+ hours and it just sucked

I don’t really have strong memories of Christmas, I get the impression from my family that I tended to be less depressive at that time of year.

Don’t go to Times Square for NYE. Not once for the experience. Zero times because you read about just how bad of a decision that is. 0.

This was many years ago. Went to the GFs parents. They were Chinese, so we went to a legit Chinese restaurant to celebrate. I don’t recall there being any gifts.

They spoke English but didn’t speak a word of it while I was there for 3 days.

One Christmas when I was like seven years old, my great aunt Ruth stayed with our family. She was a nun and for some reason this meant that, on principle, we had to attend Christmas mass at the proper time (Christmas morning) and we were not allowed to open any presents until mass was over.

The sermon was over three hours, I had a cheap casio watch and was timing it.

The year we all got the flu, probably, and threw up homemade tiramisu.

But it was only that. We don’t celebrate the holidays that heavily, me being Jewish. The most this year will be I’ll make the three of us some Cornish game hens as a treat.

I got invited to a new years party thrown by a coworker. My gf had to work that evening, so she dropped me off on her way to work and was going to pick me up after her shift. This way I could drink and not have to worry about driving.

When I get there hang out and have a beer. Then my my coworker pulled the, “hey your good with computers right.” After spending an hour or two fixing his computer, I went to join the party. I didn’t know anyone there and no one would really even talk to me. Except this one huge guy who just kept wanting to fight me.

I spent most of the night sitting outside drinking by myself just waiting for my gf to get off work and pick me up. While waiting for her I drank more than I should have and as soon as we got home I spent the rest of the night puking.

Worst one since I cut ties with my family was my worst-ever flare up of stress-induced GI issues that turned into intermittent vomiting episodes lasting from christmas eve until I went to the ER on new year’s day a few hours after midnight, ruined a little roadtrip my fiancee and I planned. Plus my work had just switched (worsened) our health insurance providers (effective at midnight jan 1) so getting that sorted out was a nightmare too.

Ones with my family idr, really. The norm was a mess of alcohol, gaslighting, and badly-veiled contempt for everyone (present, not present, unfortunate enough to be a stranger passing by, etc) usually with extremely disorienting travel involved. Even the cyclical vomiting is preferable.

I always hate Christmas, so kind of all of them. My mom is a hoarder so it always starts with finding just enough space for that stupid tree. I’d just prefer to be alone in silence.

Maybe when I was a kid and got a new phone. I kind of can’t act happy spontaneously, so I just had this “looking happy and surprised” shit prepared. And it worked, rather too well. My dad insisted on recording me and then putting it on Facebook, and got mad at me because I disagreed with that. I think I just had to put up with it anyway.

2023 - He bought me some HP inkjet printer. I thanked him and explained I don’t need it, so that we could return it. Again, his usual speech about how useless he is, that he shouldn’t have been born, that he always wanted a happy family and never got that, “Other men beat their wives and kids and they still love them. I don’t, perhaps that’s where I made a mistake.” and he can’t be talked to at least until the next day.
Same goes with any disagreement, even stuff like when I don’t want to watch a movie with him.
My mom’s words of encouragement are that I am a heartless egoist like my father, that I should never get married, and how much I owe them because they gave me the gift of life. Former is likely true, I am a piece of shit indeed, but I didn’t decide to be born, they did that.

2022 - Just disappointing because I had better expectations.
It was Christmas Eve night already. I said I’ll take the trash out, but also secretly took my phone, OTG cable, USB extension cord, RTL-SDR and the extendable dipole antenna. I expected OK-ish pass of NOAA-15 and a great high elevation pass of Meteor M2. I thought I could have some fun on Christmas maybe.
Well, I got the APT and DSB from NOAA-15, but I couldn’t detect any signal from the Meteor. I’ve still seen what I think were Orbcomm sats, so it wasn’t fault in my setup.
Well, well, well. My luck - Meteor M2 has died earlier that day.
Bruh… What are the odds…