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Worst. Christmas. Ever.

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What was your worst Christmastime ever?

All of them until about six years ago.

Oh, wait, you want just ONE.

2007, no question.

I was 8.

There was hot eggnog. (Not spiked, don't worry) I got myself a cup and soon discovered that it was REALLY hot. As in, almost boiling.

Problem: I wasn't capable of waiting for it to cool. (I was and am a very impatient child)

Solution? Put ice in it. (I thought it was genius)

Yeah, no.

Ever tried watered-down eggnog? It's GROSS.

And that wasn't even the reason my Christmas sucked.

See, I wanted to throw it away, like any sensible person. But my mom and someone else (Can't remember who, don't particularly care) stopped me. I pleaded my case as best as I could, but whoever the other lady was, she was determined to make me pay for even THINKING about discarding the sludge-sorry, "perfectly fine drink."

Her solution? Drink it or wear it. "This boy needs to learn discipline, Genevieve," she told my mom. "You're being far too soft on him."

Yeah, right, I thought. She's not going to actually make me wear my drink.

Well, she didn't.

Her husband did, though.

He took me outside, grabbed my cup of eggnog and dumped it over my head.

Then left me standing out there in the snow, in my pajamas, with ice cubes in my hair and boiling eggnog all over me.

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