Anna Steffl - Nope. Disaster free, that’s me.
Tamara DeStefano - My family and I got kicked out of a restaurant on Thanksgiving one year. My mother was freezing because they had put us in a back room with a huge space under an outer door that was letting in sleet. We asked the manager nicely if we could move. He had a literal meltdown (I guess he was stressed because the place was packed) He grabbed my mother's arm (big mistake, we're a family of 22 Italians with tempers to match) Long story short, he called the cops and we were escorted out. The cops were actually annoyed with the manager because supposedly it was the second time he'd called them that day.
Sandy Elzie - Just the cat turning over the tree once.
Marilyn Baron - Thankfully, no
Tammy Schubert - To understand this frightening disaster, you have to understand where I grew up. My home is in the Appalachian mountains on the New York border. My family literally lived on top of a mountain in a remote area surrounded by acres and acres of woods. The local town is off the map because it is such a small place with nothing to do. Here everyone knows everyone else, and nobody locks their doors or thinks twice about crime. People are trusted until they prove they are up to no good. It is just a quiet place to live.
Our town had a part-time, volunteer police officer, who didn't seem to have any working hours. My family had no actual street address. In order to give directions to emergency personnel, we had to say something like, "it's the road in front of Joe's house about five miles down on the right. There's a hidden driveway on that corner by the third oak tree. Go up and to the right. You'll see the house." Assuming the road wasn't a sheet of ice, we could expect them to arrive in about forty minutes or so.
Get the picture?
When I was sixteen, I had a weird experience that just has to be shared. On this particular Christmas Eve, ice storms had passed through the night before. The ice had started melting off during the day, so the roads were clear for the moment. My family was home for the night, and my younger sisters were all wound up about Santa making an appearance later that night.
Around 3 p.m., a stranger showed up at our door. Although it was unusual, I assumed he was there for my dad. I let him in and my dad came out. I returned to my romance book, which was much more interesting.
As it turns out, this man, who was 21 or 22 years old, came to see me. In front of my parents, he asked for permission to go out with me that night. Remember, nobody knew this guy. He said he lived in town, but we had never seen him or heard about him before. My parents, receiving such a courtly request, were so impressed it was nauseating. He completely won them over.
So what's a shy, inexperienced, naïve you woman to do, especially when her parents put the pressure on? Against her better judgment, she decided to make her parents happy and go out with the stranger.
Off I went on this date scared, nervous and unsure. About 15 miles into our 30 mile trip to a nearby town, he confessed it took him six beers before he had the nerve to ask me out.
Did I mention he was driving?
He seemed to be doing fine, but it just made me more uneasy. We finally arrived at Pizza Hut, one of the most fine-dining establishments around. Conversation was stilted and awkward through the entire meal. When we were just about done, he let me in on what he thought was a sweet, endearing secret.
Maybe he'd been reading too many romance novels and misinterpreted how to impress his date.
"I've been waiting a long time to ask you out," he said.
"Oh, really." I blushed, which was my standard reaction back then.
He leaned forward in earnest. His hand almost touched mine. "I've been watching you since you were a kid. Waiting for you to grow up."
I barely suppressed the urge to throw up. Oh My God, were the only words to come to mind. All I could do was nod.
Did I mention I lived in a remote area surrounded by woods with no outdoor lighting? Do you remember what I told you about the town cop?
After a few minutes, I politely pointed out that the weather was changing and the temperature was dropping. I didn't even have to lie. Off we went back towards my home. He wanted to continue the date, but I told him I really needed to go home and spend time with my family. I think by the time he dropped me off he figured out I wasn't interested. His last clue was when I jumped out of the car and sprinted to my house.
To this day, nobody in my family has seen or heard from this guy again. Creepy, don't you think? The morale of the story is to go with your gut instincts, even if that means going against parents' wishes.
Maxine Davis - A friend of mine and I put up my Christmas tree one year while listening to carols and having wine. A loud crash woke me up in the night. The tree had fallen over. Now we celebrate after the tree is decorated.
JP Stone - Because I sport an extended family with strong personalities—and because I believe so very deeply in Karma—I’ll pass on this question.
Darcy Crowder - Actually, no. I can’t think of any disasters. We’ve had some last minute surprises and tight deadlines, but somehow the spirit of the season helps keep it all in perspective.
Cici Barnes - Near disaster: on the way to Grandma's house on Christmas Eve, our 6-year old announced that Santa was bringing him a bike for Christmas. "Santa" had no clue about this. He went to the local hardware store at 6 pm -- the only store still open -- and just happened to find a red bicycle to put under the tree. Whew! Disaster averted.
Linsey Lanier - The time my parents spent all day cooking the holiday turkey with all the fixings, only to cut into the bird at the dinner table and find it frozen in the middle.
Susan May - Tree fell when I was seven months pregnant and I had to put it back up by myself.
Michelle Newcome - When I was very young and newly married to my first husband we had just finished putting up our tree. He was napping on the floor under the tree when our cat decided to launch himself from the couch toward a particularly shiny ornament up high on the tree. Yes, you guess it. The tree came down – complete with yowling cat – right on my ex asleep on the floor. I laughed so hard I peed my pants – he did not appreciate that reaction.
Tami Brothers – The only real disaster I can think of is when my husband and I were first married, we adopted two young cats. As soon as we put up that Christmas tree, we knew we were never going to be able to keep them out of it and were we ever right. We were awakened several times during the month of December to the crashing of the tree each time they knocked it down.
Every year after that we had to figure out how to arrange the tree so that we could tie it to the stairway banister or nail it somehow to the wall. It’s funny to think that most people arrange their decorations by how they will look. Not us. We arranged our holiday decorations according to how easily we could tie the tree to something.
Eighteen years later, we now have to worry about the same type of thing with our new kitten. She’s already been halfway up the tree twice this year. This is the very same tree we had that first Christmas. This is fine because we know exactly what we need to do to keep it upright. It’s kind of funny. At least until the next ornament gets broken.
Debbie Kaufman - The first year I cooked a Christmas turkey, I failed to properly estimate the time it took to cook one. Our Christmas lunch became our Christmas dinner! We all scrounged for snacks and studiously avoided all the side dishes until the main course was ready. Let’s just say that the Christmas stocking candy was decimated by dinner!
Sally Kilpatrick - Early in our marriage, my husband's family traveled to Tennessee to spend Christmas with my family. We had my parents, his parents, and the two of us in one house, and we all passed around a particularly nasty cold. I can't remember opening presents, and I'm not sure how we even all drove home. When the pictures came back, over half of us were wearing Breathe-Right strips so we refer to it as the "Breathe-Right Christmas."
Ana Aragon - Watching my grandson upstage the entire Children’s program this year at church...he was a “little chickie” who flew the coop within 2 minutes and ran around the stage, climbing up on benches. Thankfully, he didn’t upend the set!
Cynthia Hamer - Um...thankfully, haven't had any real disastrous holidays.
Carol Burnside - Well, there was the year my family came to my house for Christmas dinner though it was really too small to accommodate everyone. This was in Texas and we got one of those ice storms that froze up the water lines. Couldn’t flush the toilets, couldn’t shower, no running water at all, but somehow I put dinner on the table for eleven people and we survived it all.
Nicki Salcedo - Spending Christmas Eve with my in-laws in California and Christmas Day with my family in Atlanta . It worked, but red-eye flights are brutal and I can’t really remember much from that Christmas Day because I was so tired.
That's all for us. How about you? Any Holiday disasters you want to share with us??