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amj0517
10 years ago

I started decorating for Christmas the week of Thanksgiving. Early, I know, but I wanted to get a jump on things. It was nice to have time for tweaks (usually I decorate in a weekend just to get through it).

Anyway, yesterday morning my darling 4-year-old son was checking out the ornaments on the tree, then crash! The whole thing came down. He is fine, but the tree is another story.

The tree is back up now but I haven't re-decorated it yet. After cleaning up pine needles, water and broken glass, I think it may take a few days before I will have the patience to re-do it.

In the big scheme of things I know it isn't a big deal. I feel lucky to have a tree and the means to put presents under it for my family. Everyone says I'll look back on it a laugh. Um, I'm not quite there yet. :)

Can you share a holiday horror story with me? Misery loves company. LOL

Comments (14)

  • polly929
    10 years ago

    It's not related to decorating, but it happened at Christmastime, so here it goes.
    We listed our first home 5 years ago the week of Halloween. In order to stage the house, instead of renting a storage unit, we stored boxes and photos at DH's office which was local right in town. He had started his own business that Spring. The week of Christmas we FINALLY got an offer on our house, and were set to close the end of January. We were so happy to start a new chapter in our next home. The same week the stomach bug ran rampant through our house, yuck. DH was finally feeling better and he drove to the pharmacy to pick up pedialyte, but the road was closed. Traffic was being diverted, he asked the officer what was going on, only to look past him and see firetrucks, and a raging fire in his office building. Everything we stored there was destroyed, our HS yearbooks, wedding photos, the baby albums, photos upon photos. Thank goodness I decided not to store the Christmas presents there. The only comfort was the fact that since we were all sick, DH wasn't there, had he been, I shudder to think what may have happened. It was a fast moving fire, and the building burned within minutes. Luckily I was able to replace many of the photos. We lost most of the books, but our priceless memories were replaced....thanks to online photo storage!

  • polly929
    10 years ago

    PS- The sale of the house was doomed. Those buyers backed out at the 11th hour and found a legal loophole, forcing us to relist the house AFTER we were all packed and ready to load the moving truck.

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  • runninginplace
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    OK, I'll tell this story on myself.

    Just after my daughter was born in October 1991 my FIL was hospitalized for cardiac problems. After having a stent inserted he suffered a stroke in the hospital and was very ill. We didn't think he would make it for awhile. He went in just before Thanksgiving and was still hospitalized when Christmas rolled around.

    Clearly my MIL wasn't able to host her usual Christmas Eve gathering. So in what I now regard as a fit of postpartum hormonal insanity *I* volunteered to have the family gathering at my home. Keep in mind I had a newborn, another child who was just shy of 3 YO at the time and in the throes of first-child-jealous-upheaval, and that I am, um, high strung and somewhat house proud and OCD about my space at best. Right, recipe for disaster.

    So Christmas Eve comes along. I'd cooked up a storm, cleaned the house within an inch of my life, and did I mention that neither of my kids slept through the night for literally years? So I was also ravingly sleep deprived by the time everyone got there-my MIL actually came straight from the hospital to my house. One can imagine what a festive mood she was in herself.

    Things rolled along, although much of the evening is still a blur. What I do recall clearly is hitting the wall at around 8:30 pm. The baby was crying, the house was a shambles and I just Could Not Take It Anymore. So I walked into the living room and kicked my entire extended family out into the night. Yes, on Christmas Eve. I vaguely remember telling them that it was just too much, that it was time for them to leave and I was sorry but the party was over.

    Oh lord, I still alternatively cringe and laugh thinking about that night. In retrospect as noted I was nuts to even think of trying to host it. Then again my husband, MIL, SIL were probably equally as crazy to let me!

    A couple of funny moments were preserved for posterity from that evening on an old home video we still have. At one point my BIL came into the kitchen, where my husband was warming a bottle for the baby who was snuggled on his shoulder. On the tape my BIL wanders over to the kitchen counter and picks up a bottle of bourbon. He can be heard clearly saying "Hey you should give everyone a little bit of this bottle, then nobody would be crying!". And, the last clip of the video is a shot of my foyer with the door open to the dark Christmas night. Nobody is there, I've thrown them all out on Christmas Eve.

    And that's my story.

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  • patty_cakes
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    Runninginplace, for REAL? I know in the past when the kids were little that could easily have been me! But you actually DID it! Wow, you have chutzpah! ;o)

  • trailrunner
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    Gosh RIP you are in the running for most funny writer of a story...you should send it to Ms Blogess....she would have a time with it ! You made me laugh so hard.

    At least there is documentation....I would give a lot to see that tape:)

    It wasDecember 1990 and we were doing a major paint/paper reno of our previous house. We had lived in it since 1979 without doing very much to it. I had never done anything like this before and had hired a very nice man to do the work. We set up our tree and they promised to be so careful while they were working.

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    kiki_thinking, what a terrible story! I can't believe the guy did that. I hope you guys are able to laugh about it now.

  • lynninnewmexico
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    OMG, those are really sad stories! RIP, as awful as yours was, it honestly is pretty darn funny now (LOL!).

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  • Oakley
    10 years ago

    RIP, that was great!!!

    Here's mine and it was really really embarrassing. My mom and stepdad spent the night with us on Christmas Eve.

    We had a new video camera, one of those huge things all set up on the tripod to record the opening of presents on Christmas morning.

    We all got up and our present opening was being recorded. Then my stepdad had to go do his morning constitution. I had forgotten the camera was still rolling. He was taking forever! My mom started calling out for him, "Stephen! Get out of the bathroom and come open presents! Stephen, what's taking you so long in the bathroom?" lol.

    She was hollering this FROM the living room all the way to the bathroom which was down the hall.

    Let's just say, thank God for editing!

  • yborgal
    10 years ago

    We had moved into our new home late in November and agreed to host a welcoming reception on Dec. 23, for a new professor at the medical school here. I must have been nuts to think we'd be ready to host a crowd of about 60 people.

    The furniture we ordered hadn't arrived but we were assured it would be here before the date of the party. Meanwhile we were using folding chairs & tables in the LR and in the family room.

    The day before the party, it was obvious that the real furniture wouldn't be arriving in time, so the furniture store let me come and pick out anything I wanted/needed to furnish the house and make it look lived in.

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    The next morning at 10:00 AM, the van came back and loaded up everything they had delivered the day before.

    I didn't realize the neighbors were all watching and wondering about what was going on.

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  • Fun2BHere
    10 years ago

    Well, there was the year that we forgot to put water in the chafing dish holding the cheese dip in a glass bowl which proceeded to explode and rain gooey cheese all over the cut velvet covered sofa, the appetizer plates and the wine glasses. Luckily, all of the small children were outside because quite a few curse words were spoken.

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    We've never had a tree fall over, but one year we couldn't get the darn thing to stand up straight, so I wrapped bricks in Christmas paper and we tied gold wire from the tree trunk to the bricks. I lived in fear that someone would move a brick and the tree would topple over. I feel like I spent most of every gathering that year guarding those bricks...LOL!

  • runninginplace
    10 years ago

    Glad folks appreciated my holiday misadventure tale. My SIL and I were laughing about it a couple of months ago...as she said, 'honey we were ALL talking about you after that night!"

    Then again, there's your holiday blessing--that it has become part of family lore, and that years later there are two middle aged women who reminisce and get a chuckle out of a debacle of a gathering like that Christmas.

    Postscript: my FIL did recover from his medical problems. He lived almost another ten years, long enough to dote on that newborn little girl. He had to endure months of grueling physical therapy after he was released from the hospital and he told me not long before he died that my daughter was always extra special to him because 'we learned how to walk together'. He was a dear, dear man and I miss him very much, especially at this time of year

    Ann

  • kasman
    10 years ago

    Not really decorating related, but the story of the Grinch was one of many stories in a collected volume of Doctor Seuss my son received for his third birthday. Even though we are Jewish and I'm a rabbi, I did not think twice about sharing the charming tale of the wicked villain and the innocent Whos. I think he didn't really know that there were real peoploe who practiced Christmas. He thought of the trees and stockings as part of the story, something the fictional fantasy characters did. But when Christmas season came, he put the TV commercials and mall decorations together with the book. He asked whether the Grinch had anything to do with Jews. Together, father and son, we put together that the original hanukkah story was very much like his favorite grinch tale. We put together a version for hanukkah. He's seventeen now, really into video, and he put together a cartoon of me telling our iteration of the story to which I have included the link.

    Here is a link that might be useful: Greek Who Stole Oil

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