Oh! I’ve got another Christmas tree ruining story!
I was 8. My cousins were 13 and 16. We were wrestling over who got to sleep in the top bunk.
We were in our Granddad’s cabin, so the beds were the best things ever, considering they were made out of wood and they had sliding doors on them, so we could shut ourselves in for more warmth.
WELL. Out of nowhere, a snake crawled out from under the tree, the boys pushed me out of the way, but into the tree while doing so. The tree fell over and into the fireplace, which set the entire thing on fire.
My aunt decided that throwing our dinner the potatoes, the ham, the casserole, everything.. on the fire would be the best option in that moment, so not only did we lose the tree and part of the living room, we didn’t have dinner.
Granddad came in with the fire extinguisher and put it out, so we didn’t cause too much damage to the house, but it was probably the most memorable Christmas ever because of how ridiculous it was. And my aunt still can’t go a year without being reminded of throwing our dinner on it.