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Friday 5...Christmas Grinch

19/12/2014

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Everybody is supposed to be having a huge amount of fun right now because it's Christmas. It's all sparkly this and spiced that and eggnog-flavoured-what-now? Are you excited? About Christmas? We hope so. Although it's not healthy to build your expectations too high so we are going to go all Grinchy on you and share times when Christmas has been ruined for us. Tales of the Santa myth being crushed, falling foul of alcohol, yuletide stomach bugs and party present shortages start here, what ruined Christmas for you?  

1. I vividly remember how I found out Santa isn't real.  it was all Sue Townsend's fault.  Our family always kept books in the loo and one of these was The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole. Adrian was shocked to discover his parents were Santa and so was I when I picked it up to read as an overly curious six year old. The scales fell... But at least I got to join in the lies to my younger brother. Squeamish Louise

2. Christmas stole my birthday. Being born in Christmas week is pants. When you're a kid, family obligations override birthday party invites, and when you're older no one has the money or energy for an extra night out between Christmas and NYE. And that's without even going into cheapskates trying to palm you off with combined presents. I hate Christmas.F1 Kate

3. 'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house [flat] not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; then I woke up and vomited. I continued to vomit until Boxing day. Meaning I missed Christmas dinner, totally harshed on my family's buzz and my general sense of Christmas cheer went down the toilet. Squeamish Kate

4. The worst Christmas I ever had was at the age of 14. We went to friends of my parents while the dinner was cooking. These friends were utter alcoholics and there were open bottles of booze everywhere. Naturally as a teenager I took advantage of this and I proceeded to get utterly plastered. So plastered that I missed Christmas dinner as I was passed out on the floor of our bathroom. I have a vague memory of my dad screaming at me, but that's pretty much it until the evening. My gran was told I'd eaten too many chocolates and had to have a lie down. They didn't even leave me any leftovers! I missed out on Christmas dinner entirely that year.Gareth

5. Christmas for me was ruined when I went to my friend's school's Christmas party, I was six. As you can imagine apart from the dancing and fizzy pop the main attraction was Father Christmas was coming right at the very end to hand out presents. I was very, VERY excited to be meeting him, like One-Direction-fan-Harry-loving excited. I was quite small and ended up at the back of the queue for Father Christmas. I waited patiently and excitedly and slowly the children ran off with their presents. Suddenly I was standing in front of the man himself. He looked down at me and then looked into the red sack. Then he looked at me and said "I don't have any more presents". He may as well have crushed my little heart with his white-gloved fist. I smiled through the pain,I walked away and my friend's mum asked where my present was. When I explained she was furious and then dragged me back to Father Christmas and began having an argument with him. Father Christmas argued back. I stood teary eyed, my hopes and dreams SHATTERED! Squeamish Nicola
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