It’s the happiest time of year.
For weeks on end, we spend hours circling shopping centre car parks and burn half our savings on gifts and seafood all to prepare for one single day – December 25.
But there’s one thing for sure, Christmas Day pretty much never goes perfectly to plan.
From Christmas dinner mishaps to gifts gone wrong, there’s always a chance something will go wrong.
We spoke to Mamamia readers to find the very best Christmas Day horror stories.
Here’s what they had to say:
The new girlfriend.
“I had recently split from my ex, but decided to have Christmas Day together for the sake of our daughter. He brought along his new girlfriend who I didn’t really know. They had been dating for 10 weeks.
“Lunch was a painful disaster. I was in tears most of the day. Later that night I found out from Facebook that they had got engaged. After 10 weeks. We weren’t divorced. It was a horror really.” – Sarah*
No dinner for you.
“I was heavily pregnant with my third, visiting family in Queensland. On Christmas Eve, my mother-in-law starts going through the ‘menu’ for the following day – the only thing on there I can safely eat were the boiled potatoes and green salad.
Too late for me to organise anything nice for myself and fellow pregnant cousin to enjoy eating… so she grandly suggests I could eat a tin of tuna. Steam started coming out of my avid cook, control freak, foodie ears!” – Maddy*
“It was my big debut cooking the traditional pork roast and crackle after my mum passed away.
“I went for a shower and came out to package it up and it was gone! ALL OF IT. And there is one smiling slightly guilty labradoodle licking his lips,” – Jenny.
“Last year, my husband and I start feeling queasy in the morning, throwing up by lunch time and missed seeing the whole family and eating any food. Managed to get out of bed for 45 minutes in the evening to open a couple of presents before going back to bed.
“We also had to cancel our big Boxing Day party we were going to host.” – Laura.
“A few years ago on Christmas Day, there was a huge disagreement between two of my uncles just minutes before dinner was set down on the table. The reason behind the fight was so stupid and minuscule that I can’t even remember what they were arguing about.
“Things escalated and both men seemed to get louder and louder until the point that our neighbours called the police. Not only did the police show up, but by the time everything was sorted out, the roast had gone cold.” – Tara*