ThePurpleChef
Assistant Cook
So, I have a funny family Christmas story, and I will share it, but I would also like to hear others!
One year (when I was in middleschool) Christmas was coming up. My father and mother had split up maybe a year before, and we moved into our apartment in the summer. I lived with my mom and my twin brother, Steven, and we couldn't afford as much luxury as we used to because of the split-up. So, one day, I'm sitting on the computer, drawing on MS Paint, and listening to music on YouTube, and Steven walks in to ask my mother about Christmas. He asked her for one videogame and she told him she couldn't afford it at the time, so he gets mad and flips out, and then she flips out, and he somehow accidentally knocked over the tree. I looked at my mother, and she was red with rage. She yelled, "YOU WANT A CHRISTMAS?! YOU'LL GET A F***ING CHRISTMAS!!" and she grabs the tree by the base, and starts whipping it around and smacking it against the floor until it fell apart (it was a fake tree and some ornaments broke, but not many, surprisingly). Steven and I watched as she pulverized the tree, and when my mom was done, Steven went to his room angrily. My mom stood there brooding after she half killed the tree, and I looked at her and said, "Mom... Are you done?" and she scowled at me, and went out for a drive, I guess. Then, later, Steven comes back feeling bad, and tries to put the tree back together, and then my mom came home, felt bad, and tried to help him put it back together.
They succeeded!
Afterwards, we talked about what happened, and we found it rather funny. My mom said I was a snarky brat for saying, "Mom... Are you done?" We always tell this story, because it is funny and cute.
One year (when I was in middleschool) Christmas was coming up. My father and mother had split up maybe a year before, and we moved into our apartment in the summer. I lived with my mom and my twin brother, Steven, and we couldn't afford as much luxury as we used to because of the split-up. So, one day, I'm sitting on the computer, drawing on MS Paint, and listening to music on YouTube, and Steven walks in to ask my mother about Christmas. He asked her for one videogame and she told him she couldn't afford it at the time, so he gets mad and flips out, and then she flips out, and he somehow accidentally knocked over the tree. I looked at my mother, and she was red with rage. She yelled, "YOU WANT A CHRISTMAS?! YOU'LL GET A F***ING CHRISTMAS!!" and she grabs the tree by the base, and starts whipping it around and smacking it against the floor until it fell apart (it was a fake tree and some ornaments broke, but not many, surprisingly). Steven and I watched as she pulverized the tree, and when my mom was done, Steven went to his room angrily. My mom stood there brooding after she half killed the tree, and I looked at her and said, "Mom... Are you done?" and she scowled at me, and went out for a drive, I guess. Then, later, Steven comes back feeling bad, and tries to put the tree back together, and then my mom came home, felt bad, and tried to help him put it back together.
They succeeded!
Afterwards, we talked about what happened, and we found it rather funny. My mom said I was a snarky brat for saying, "Mom... Are you done?" We always tell this story, because it is funny and cute.