Christmas Day disaster stories

Run_to_da_hills · 20-12-2010 11:57PM

Christmas dinner last year, in the sitting room waiting for the dinner, cat was on the kitchen table having an early start, hairs all over the place. A size 9 sorted him out.

starbelgrade · 21-12-2010 12:13AM

One Christmas Eve, I went to Los Angeles to spend Christmas with my wife, when a group of terrorists held her & others captive in the Nakatomi Plaza building.

I had to stop them.

Then another Christmas Eve, I was waiting for my wife's plane to land at the airport, when terrorists took over the air traffic control system.

I had to stop the them before the plane - which was circling the airport - ran out of fuel & crashed.

True story.

KeithM89_old · 21-12-2010 12:15AM

^^ Someones been watching Film 4....

Lorrs33 · 21-12-2010 12:39AM

A Nice Cup Of Tea wrote: »

Just got a text from my mate to say he's stranded in France and if the snow keeps up he doesnt know if he'll make it home or not. I have to admit, I laughed just a tiny bit

Whats the biggest disaster to happen to you on Christmas day? Batteries not included on your toy doesnt count

Same here. My friend is trapped in France, no available flights until Thursday. They're thinking of getting the ferry.

Einhard · 21-12-2010 01:59AM

starbelgrade wrote: »

Then another Christmas Eve, I was waiting for my wife's plane to land at the airport, when terrorists took over the air traffic control system.

I had to stop the them before the plane - which was circling the airport - ran out of fuel & crashed.

True story.

You didn't save Colm Meeney that time.:mad:

The Gnome · 21-12-2010 02:40AM

Not a disaster for me but ruined someone else's Christmas for sure.

A few years back I had taken in a stray mongrel who turn out to be one of those hyper intelligent/devious dogs. We'd often let her out to roam about for the day and when she came back she'd paw on the window to be let in. Christmas day we let her out and a few hours later came the noise at the window.

I open the door to see the dog standing there, wagging the tail, in front of a fully cooked turkey. It hadn't been touched excepting a few bite marks and a some damage from where it had been dragged along the road.

To this day we've never found out where she got it from but someone must have been raging!

Needless to say she ate well that week.

cooltown · 21-12-2010 03:34AM

It would have to be x-mas eve when I was aged between 4-5. My brother and sister were putting up some decorations. They have begin to have a fight about where to put them. My mam enters the room and total flips with them and begins throwing decorations in the fire and she started throwing balls of the tree on the ground and breaking them. Then she said get all this stuff away and we didn't do x-mas that year. It was really hard on me when it happened!

Einhard · 21-12-2010 05:21AM

:eek:

cooltown wrote: »

It would have to be x-mas eve when I was aged between 4-5. My brother and sister were putting up some decorations. They have begin to have a fight about where to put them. My mam enters the room and total flips with them and begins throwing decorations in the fire and she started throwing balls of the tree on the ground and breaking them. Then she said get all this stuff away and we didn't do x-mas that year. It was really hard on me when it happened!

Your mother's a crazy person!!

latenia · 21-12-2010 05:27AM

McNulty737 wrote: »

When i was a kid, the tv broke on christmas eve the year i finally got a megadrive. TV repairman unable to show up until around the 30th or so....no christmas time tv and no megadrive, absoltuely devasting for a ten year old, still havent fully recovered all these years later.

Reminds me of a friend who asked for a megadrive and was boasting about it for weeks beforehand. Santa left him a master-system.

A Nice Cup Of Tea · 21-12-2010 03:01PM

starbelgrade wrote: »

One Christmas Eve, I went to Los Angeles to spend Christmas with my wife, when a group of terrorists held her & others captive in the Nakatomi Plaza building.

I had to stop them.

Then another Christmas Eve, I was waiting for my wife's plane to land at the airport, when terrorists took over the air traffic control system.

I had to stop the them before the plane - which was circling the airport - ran out of fuel & crashed.

True story.

jimthemental · 21-12-2010 03:11PM

Twelve years ago, Granny broke her leg on the way into our house for Christmas dinner after slipping on ice.

Ten years ago my mentally disabled uncle slipped on ice and broke his leg.

Eight years ago Granny died.

All on Christmas day:(

happypants · 21-12-2010 03:32PM

we'llallhavetea wrote: »

last christmas day my car broke down on the way to my parents house. stranded for about forty minutes in the freezing cold with no heater and a screaming child and cat. i had a little weep for myself.

Do cats scream?!! Ahhh scarey! :eek:

MitchKoobski · 21-12-2010 03:33PM

1998 (The Year of the Storm....i think)
7:00am Christmas morning, and the power is gone. No Sonic the Hedgehog for me! Mam starts twitching.
8:00am By some miracle the power comes back on. Preparations for the dinner resume.
8:15am Power goes again. Brother starts whinging. Mam is twitching again.
9:00am Nan offers her house to cook the dinner, have a big family day.
9:30am Out the door to Nan's aaaaaand a tree the size of a blue whale has blocked the road. Massive****ingdetour!!
10:30am Arrive at nans. Dinner preparations resume. Uncle gets me Battleship for xmas.
11:00am Mass with dad. We leave after dad starts going red from the kids screaming in his face.
1:00pm The dinner burns in the oven.
1:05pm Mam takes up smoking.
3:00pm Christmas dinner breaks down into ham sandwhiches for everyone
4:00pm Only Fools & Horses Batman and Robin episode goes down well
7:00pm Miscellaneous other family members arrive for party
7:15pm Aunt and godmother also get me Battleship for xmas
8:00pm Grandad decides he hates everything. Takes ham sandwhiches hostage in the front room with Kelly's Heroes.
9:00pm 8 year old me mistakenly drinks from nans glass instead of his own. Very strong drink. The rest is a bit of a blur.

2008 Christmas Eve
5:00pm I'm off to the pub! Waves mammy goodbye as she settles down for the evening.
6:30pm Mammy rings. She sounds frantic on the phone, isnt speaking in full sentences, says shes worried whats gonna happen now!
6:32pm I necks my 4th pint and run home almost breaking his neck on the footpath.
6:45pm Text from Dad: "I doubt you can fix whats happened but get home quick!"
My thoughts: "....da fuck?"
6:50pm Burst through the door!
"MAM WHAT HAPPENED!?"
"The...the....the....the PS3 is broken.......it just broke there.....there are 6 PS3 games upstairs....three kids worth of presents that cant be played now...."

It was worse than I had thought.

7:00pm I begin ransacking multiple forums and websites trying to fix the goddamn PS3 on Christmas Eve
9:00pm Mam: "If you can't fix this, my sanity won't live to see the new year."
10:00pm Dad: "Haaaates to be yyyooouuuuuu!"
12:00pm I give up despite mam begging me to keep trying

7:00am Christmas Day
Me: "Still not working. Doubt we'll be seeing another PS3 until the new year. Best crack out the board games."
Mam: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

Duggy747 · 21-12-2010 03:40PM

Going to Mass at 9am still drunk and reeking of whiskey while your relations try and talk to you outside is not a good way to start Xmas.

Neither is the pipes cracking and the kitchen roof leaking just as we sit down to our dinner..........cue me and the father up in the attic trying to turn the mains off.

Plus I was forgotten about 1 year while everyone got lush pressies..............I didn't mind.............*sniff*..............the tears made the turkey taste so bitter

silvervixen84 · 21-12-2010 03:50PM

It has to be the great storm of 97(?), where we had no power, so had to eat cold sandwiches in the dark. Fun times.

Another Christmas Day my mother was driving us back from my uncle's house and my Dad (after a few Guinnesses) was sitting in the passenger seat whilst my brother and I were sitting in the back. My mother used to just drive once a year - at Christmas, so was a nervous driver.

Anyway, we were nearly home (we live out in the countryside) and were approaching a crossroads at the top of a hill, when Dad starts fiddling with controls. My Mam starts screeching at him to leave things alone, and suddenly he knocked off the lights. We all screeched and Mam slams on the brakes. Dad, realising he'd messed up, meekly switched the lights back on and we drove the 200 yards home in silence. Myself and my brother thought the whole thing was hilarious but Dad had to sleep on the couch that night, and Mam never drove on Christmas again!

mle1324 · 21-12-2010 04:14PM

Does being very sick for 6 Christmases in a row count ?

A Nice Cup Of Tea · 21-12-2010 07:06PM

Duggy747 wrote: »

Going to Mass at 9am still drunk and reeking of whiskey while your relations try and talk to you outside is not a good way to start Xmas

:pac:

Unpossible · 22-12-2010 12:10AM

It was years ago, I had decided to fake my own death so I moved all of my families money to an offshore account, but fiddled the books to make it look like I just made some bad business decisions. Anyway, I befriended a homeless man and after bringing him food and clothes for a few weeks I offered to have him checked out by a doctor and a dentist. After his visit I broke into the dentists office and switched our records. Then on christmas eve I made it obvious to everyone at work that I was leaving to go home early to give my family a big surprise, I went to a local costume store, pre-picked because it had CCTV, and rented a santa costume. Then I offered the homeless man fifty dollars to play santa for me and my family. As he was getting into the chimney I snapped his neck and left him fall down and dropped the presents in with him. Let me tell you stuffin a body and a bunch of presents for a nine year old down a chimney wasn't easy.

Anyway the disaster; turns out our life savings wouldn't let me buy a villa in italy and a first class seat so I had to fly coach and they ran out of cranberry sauce on the plane.

Good thing I got out of that town, years later there was some kind of incident there with people claiming small green creatures were running around destroying stuff and multiplying when they hit water.

Blitzkrieger · 22-12-2010 10:09AM

Not really a patch on some real disaster stories but .......

The year I got no presents. Last year. All I had under the tree was a couple of ****ing vouchers. ****ing vouchers! I don't care if it's the crappiest present in the world - wrap it and put it under the tree - just don't give me a ****ing voucher! Even one of those ****ty lynx 'gift packs' would have been better.

My secret santa (my brother) finally gave me my present in March. Wtf is the point of giving a christmas present in March? I'd have bought the ****ing thing myself if I wanted it in March! Never liked that ****er.....

Apanachi · 22-12-2010 11:18AM

KeithM89 wrote: »

About 5 or 6 years ago, the cooker broke and we ended up robbing left overs from relatives houses...

In the middle of cooking Christmas dinner last year, my sister's electricity went off (and stayed off all day) she has 4 kids, so they ran riot after not being able to play with their new Wii and other electronic gifts they got...

tk123 · 22-12-2010 11:44AM

nm wrote: »

The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible.
It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire.
That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father.
He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.

And then a few years later your gombeen boyfriend went and fed them gremlins after midnight and wrecked christmas all over again :rolleyes::pac:

Plazaman · 22-12-2010 12:06PM

Went for some tasty beverages around 6pm with a few friends which lasted till closing time. Sister-in-law rang me to help with taking presents out of attic for the 3 nephews. Being well pished didn't help but job was done amazingly safely and I was proud. However carrying two large boxes into sitting room my view was obscured by them (and Jack Daniels) I stood directly on top of their little yappy dog and done some major damage. No vets open so I did the best I could for the little bas+ard. Needless to say I was the bad guy and Christmas Day was all picture no sound from the rest of the family. Actually the only sound was Yappy whimpering (which thankfully subsided for good at 7.45pm just in time for my 5th Jacky D of the day)

spudd · 22-12-2010 12:08PM

was about 9 or 10, alone in the kitchen sitting with my back to the table. one of those fancy candles the mammy insisted on using burned down onto the table, table went up in flames and i sat happily unaware in a room full of smoke. didnt notice a thing til my sister came in....parents weren't too happy

Lando Griffin · 22-12-2010 02:30PM

When I was a young fellow it was freezing very hard on Christmas Eve so I decided to take full advantage and make a slide.
I got a few saucepans of water and threw them outside the door on the drive then went to bed expecting Santa and a great bit of fun on Christmas morning.
Daddy was in the pub that night and when he came home, slipped on my slide breaking his elbow.
It was straight to A&E for the night.
Every winter he gets severe pain in his elbow when it gets cold and the doctor has informed him that he has developed arthritis in it probably from the break.

rainbowdrop · 22-12-2010 03:54PM

cooltown wrote: »

It would have to be x-mas eve when I was aged between 4-5. My brother and sister were putting up some decorations. They have begin to have a fight about where to put them. My mam enters the room and total flips with them and begins throwing decorations in the fire and she started throwing balls of the tree on the ground and breaking them. Then she said get all this stuff away and we didn't do x-mas that year. It was really hard on me when it happened!

I think our Mammies must be related:). When I was about 8, me and my 2 brothers found our 'Santy' presents hidden in the wardrobe about a week before Christmas. They included an Etch-A-Sketch each. My Mam was so angry at us for finding the presents, that she smashed the Etch-A-Sketches off the bedroom wall..... Broke them into pieces:(.

Also, the same year, my Auntie sent a card with £20 inside it, to be divided between the 3 of us (£20 was a lot of money to us kids in the mid-80s) Me and my brothers were arguing over how to divide it equally, so my Mam threw the £20 into the fire:(....... My Mam was a bit of a psycho!!

I know we had a lot of good Christmases as well when we were kids, but those bad memories really stand out in my mind now that I am an adult:(

jimthemental · 22-12-2010 04:01PM

Jesus!!! What was she thinking!

Misanthrope · 22-12-2010 04:13PM

My buddy and his old man went to the local petrol station on Christmas morning to pick up some extra milk and a few other necessities.On the way home they were T-Boned by a drunk driver leaving Mass.My friend got to watch his dad die in agony beside him.

Unpossible · 22-12-2010 04:17PM

Misanthrope wrote: »

My buddy and his old man went to the local petrol station on Christmas morning to pick up some extra milk and a few other necessities.On the way home they were T-Boned by a drunk driver leaving Mass.My friend got to watch his dad die in agony beside him.

Christ thats terrible.

saintsaltynuts · 22-12-2010 04:20PM

nm wrote: »

The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible.
It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire.
That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father.
He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.

Feckin Gremlins eh?

Capt'n Midnight · 22-12-2010 04:35PM

what year was it when there were 24 crashes on the M50 on Christmas morning ?

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