Quote from: Saint Nick McIntyre on December 25, 2014, 05:30:54 PM

Man's gotta have his meat.

I so badly want to make a joke, but you'll probably kill me >______________>

SO......I'll just avoid derailing the thread. My worst Christmas was the first one after my dad left us for a random woman he met at a truck stop. That happened in January, so it was 11 months later.  Let's just say tensions ran high because certain family members didn't show up, and.............I had to watch the fire burn with no way to put it out.

I hate being in positions where I'm powerless to help, so it was a pretty bad day.

ummm

i got nothing

Well, back in like... elementary school, there would be two kids who would literally chase people down wielding mistletoe (or anything that they could find that looked like mistletoe) and raising it above two kids' heads, telling them that they have to kiss. I never fell victim to it, but the look of horror and disgust on my peers' faces when they did were priceless.

This isn't so much of a horror story from my perspective as it is a precious fucking childhood memory

First a little back story. My parents, specifically my mother were really invested in tricking my brother and I that those mythological holiday demons (santa, easter bunny, jews) were real. Up until I was around 6 years old I really thought I had concrete proof that Santa raided my house every year on jesus day.

So during one of those magical nights my brother and I took up the mantel of man hunters and made a pact to expose these creatures of myth as fact or fiction. Our first forrays of investigation involved putting a plastic cup by the fireplace only to see it crushed by none other than santa the next morning.

Although that quelled our appetite for the truth for a couple of weeks, we decided to revise the test a bit, at around 4 of clock in the morning on Christmas eve, we lit the fireplace ablaze, rendering any chimney intruder permanently disfigured. If we didn't receive our presents in the morning (which we did) we couled safely conclude that we killed santa. And if Santa hadn't been killed off, it would confirm our initial hypothesis.

TLDR: I proved Santa wasn't real by trying to cremate him

Quote from: Jono on December 26, 2014, 03:02:20 AM

I don't have a story but I have a picture.

My sister took a picture of her car on Christmas a few years back. See if you see anything strange in the picture:

Spoiler

Slenderman?