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My mom hides my Christmas presents better than she hides her sex toys.
My mom hides my Christmas presents better than she hides her sex toys.
No matter how many Christmas lights or stockings you hang or how many little Christmas trees you put up a bunker will never feel like Christmas.
Watching my family's Christmas dinner over webcam from the ICU was somehow worse than not being there at all.
I thought it a bit odd, but truly believed my mom when she told me that Santa billed parents for all of the toys he left us.
For Christmas, my two year old son received two toy monster trucks which he promptly named Comfort and Joy.
The ultimate conversation stopper award belongs to my Grampa, who silenced the Christmas dinner chatter with “…and you never saw a dog die so fast in all your life”.
There should have been one more stocking hanging from the mantle, a few more ornaments on the tree with your name on the back, and a few more brightly wrapped presents addressed to you.
The one catch with secret lovers is explaining who the Christmas present is from to your boyfriend.
My Jewish family had a lovely Christmas dinner with a Muslim family talking about art, architecture, wine, and the world and yet there is still violence in the Middle East.
Imagine my two girls as they opened up their exciting Christmas toy, squeezed goop into molds, put the mold into the oven, then waited, and waited, and waited, realizing that there was no heat, no light bulb, and would be no bug - just a bunch of disappointing goo.
Standing next to my dad this Christmas, I realized for the first time that he's reached the age at which people begin to get shorter.
Some of my friends made me so mad today that I think I just might keep the Christmas presents I just wrapped for them.
My cousins and I hate our 4-year-old cousin so much that we're getting her an actual lump of coal for Christmas.