Contest: Worst Christmas Evah!

I'm teaming up with Carol of Hate Mail Greetings to do a Christmas contest. Why? Because she took video of her toddler using the dustbuster and titled it "My Ghetto Roomba". And as if that wasn't enough to make you love her she also makes hilariously wry and dry greeting cards that she sells online.

So to win a pack of 10 very special Christmas cards we need to know what your "Worst" Christmas was.

It can be a worst picture...
worst gift, worst sweater...

or worst video. Whatever kind of Worst Christmas you can think of but it has to be something so awful that it's actually become funny.

Post your Worst Christmas on your blog (and let me know it's up) or tell me all about in the comments. But do it by Saturday 12-3-07! We'll announce the winner on Monday and then send your cards right along.

8 comments:

Jan Ely said...

Oh man, that photo with Santa makes me laugh every time I see it! I'm glad it was not discarded on the floor at Santa's Photo Booth...or maybe it was? Maybe some ill-minded elf who was fed up with whiny kids and tired of having their feet crammed into those curling-toed slippers kept ALL the rejects with the intent to...hey I wonder if it's too late to apply for that Santa's helper position at the mall.....?

Kristin said...

Man, if only I had listened to my husband and went ahead and purchased the picture of my son and daughter with Santa the other day. My 1 yr old daughter was screaming her head off in the picture. ~ Not that this will win, but one year my husband got as a Christmas gift from his parents this and ONLY this: an extension cord.

windycindy said...

Hi, My comment has to do with a "Santa" picture, also. One year when my oldest son was around age 3, my sister and I took him to a downtown Christmas shopping area. Of course, there was a Santa House where children could get their picture with Santa~ My sister (who is ten years older than me), insisted on takin him in there. When they came out,guess who was on Santa's lap?! Yes,my older sister and my son was half way off his leg. We laugh every time we talk about it or look at the picture. Thanks,Cindi
jchoppes[at]hotmail[dot]com

Ashley said...

I'll play, Lotta. I've had a ton of horrible holidays!

There was the one time that I got so angry that I stormed out to go back to my house ... only to remember that I had already turned off the electricity (read = heat) at my apartment. So, I slept on the floor in a 40 degree apartment. I left the country the next morning and had no trouble waking up for my flight!

Oh! For gifts... my brother gave me the same gift two years in a row. It was a set of plastic Oreo cups and hot cocoa that he bought at Walmart -> $4.99 pricetag still on the box. I guess it was such a good deal that he bought two. He must have stored the boxes on his "thoughtful gifts shelf" and then forgot that he gave me one already.
How lucky for me!

nor_lou said...

Worst picture was my first with Santa. I peed on him so he would not hold me. In the picture you can see a little of my dad's face and his arms that are holding over the wet spot on Santa's knee. I am screaming and Santa does not look very jolly.

Worst Christmas was at my Grandparents when I was 14. My Grandpa caused the toilet in the back room to over flow. That room had new wood floors and my Grandma kind of used it as a catch all of stuff. So we all walked barefoot in ankle deep toilet water (yes it had number two in it) to clear out the room of boxes, clothes, files, a dresser and Santa's gifts (that is where Grandma had put them, under the bed so they were damp).

As a close second: when I was three my cousin (same Grandparents house) woke up early and opened all of the gifts. If that was not bad enough he claimed that since he opened them they were his. I got an Alphie robot that year and he kept trying to take it back.

mommiebear2 said...

Okay I am thinking Nor-lou has got us all beat. Our Xmases have been pretty good, but one yr on my dad's side of the family one of my Uncle's gave everyone 1 towel. He had purchased a towel set and everyone got 1 piece from it. I got the washcloth. Last yr we went to GA to visit my husband's family, we drove all the way from TX to GA and then back with the kids, that is hell wrapped up in a minivan, not to mention I was on my period the entire time and had to leave my FIL's because I had a huge accident.

swampfish said...

Let's see, 1993 was a Banner year! Just sobered up Dad, served Mom with divorce papers 12/6 so he could marry the woman he met at his AA meetings. Mom took nose dive into 3 year crying jag ( who wouldn't be sad to lose abusive alcoholic spouse?). Grandfather died 12/17, funeral right before christmas ( just to further set the mood). Christmas Eve, Dad gone with new AA hoochie( I believe they call that the 13th step), Mom at home alternately crying and drinking, informs us all during drunken crying jag, how she just can't face the tree because every other christmas eve she and my dad would put out the gifts and then make love under the tree. my sister's and I have never looked at a tree the same since...talk about your mental scarring. Ahhh family fun...good times, good times.

Lotta you crack me up on a regular basis. Love all the comments too. So nice to know dysfunctional is really the new normal!

adriane said...

I'm glad I don't have any pictures of my favorite Holiday Horrors. When I was first married to husband #1, I threw a huge Christmas party for all our friends and family. I decorated, baked, made egg nog from scratch, the whole Martha Stewart shah-bang. I also made a large pot of simmering wassail; hot apple cider punch with a clove studded orange bobbing in the bourbon laced apple-y goodness. My brother loved it. LOVED it. To say he drank a lot of it would be an understatement. He drank so much that when he went outside to smoke a cig, he vomited off my porch and INTO my large handmade decorative Christmas stockings hanging off the balcony across the front of the house, filling the stocking with wassail puke. I was informed by some other folks that were outside at the scene of the crime and so we cleaned up brother and garbage bagged up the stocking.

He has never lived this down and I always make it when he comes down for Christmas and he can't stand it, cause I'm just that kind of sister.