Christmas stories :D

[Gwunty]

You guys have any epic Christmas stories? I do. When I was around 9 or 10 I really wanted Turok 2 for the N64. I begged my parents for it and even though I was not of age, I was almost sure they would get it for me.

Just waiting for the game was almost suicide worthy. I read all the reviews for it, all the magazine coverage (internet wasn’t big back then for kids); anything and everything to do with Turok.

Lost in my obsession for this game, I stopped focusing on everything and just waited. I’d go to bed really early, just to make the days go by faster. Pretty soon it was the 24th of December.

The hardest part was always going to bed on Christmas Eve, because you damn well knew what was in store for you come morning time. I don’t think I was ever so excited in my life. “Turok 2 tomorrow!” was all I could think of…I awoke the next morning really early and began opening my gifts. Tons of cool shit, tons of gifts but there was no…

Game! Nothing! No Turok 2…What the fuck? The ONE thing I asked for, and I didn’t get it. I tried not to look upset but I think I tried a little too hard and my mom caught on. Out of nowhere, she told me that she smelled something funny coming from my stocking, which was hanging on my door. I bolted up the stairs and reached into my stocking wondering what her puzzling clue meant. MY hand hit something solid and I pulled it out. I was the proud new owner of Turok 2: Seeds of Evil. I ran back downstairs to give my mom a hug and in our embrace she whispered to me something I’ll never forget: “read the first word of every paragraph”.

[DEElekgolo]

D:

[dark57]

wow....that was....so awesome....i think i need a tissue. that same thing happened with my game cube except it wasnt in my stocking.....it got lost under the tree....

[Saggy]

I have a great Christmas story, here goes:

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"















Ok, but seriously, I have a similar story to yours. It was last year actually, and the one main thing I asked for was Rock Band. I waited every day since November, bugging my parents for it, and then Christmas came. I open all my presents, and no Rock Band. Like you, I tried not to act to sad and I knew that the game was really hard to get, let alone find, in Canada so I manned up and thanked everyone for all the gifts I got. So I eat Christmas dinner, have a night full of family partying, and I'm off to bed. Next morning, wake up and go to get dressed. Open up my closet, and there it is, fucking Rock Band! I go to ask my parents why the hell they didn't tell me, and they said "Maybe you should change your clothes more often". The End.

[Chainsy]

Ok, well I really wanted Halo 3, but my father forbade it, but I believed in his heart he would get it for me. So I waited all month and finally on Christmas night waited up all night for it. In the morning I got up and ran down stairs to find all the presents! We as a family unwrapped them, and I got some great gifts, but no HALO 3! This past summer I had been with all my friends playing video games, and even though my father thought them too violent, I thought his heart would melt today. Suddenly my mother said, "hmmm, I see a pile of dirt out back...." I rushed outside with the shovel and dug for 2 hours straight, and finally came up with a jesus loves you book mark. I went back inside smiling, but it had happened, something had snapped inside. That night, I snuck out and bought Halo 3, but my parents caught me crawling back through from the window. My father threw it into his gun box to hide, and I found the key, and decided these nuisances would never get into my way again, Happy holidays everyone, I have surprise to give to my parents! :rolleyes:

[Gamerkd16]

Ok, well I really wanted Halo 3, but my father, a minister forbade it
It sounded too familiar at this point.

[blind]

You guys have any epic Christmas stories? I do. When I was around 9 or 10 I really wanted Turok 2 for the N64. I begged my parents for it and even though I was not of age, I was almost sure they would get it for me.

Just waiting for the game was almost suicide worthy. I read all the reviews for it, all the magazine coverage (internet wasn’t big back then for kids); anything and everything to do with Turok.

Lost in my obsession for this game, I stopped focusing on everything and just waited. I’d go to bed really early, just to make the days go by faster. Pretty soon it was the 24th of December.

The hardest part was always going to bed on Christmas Eve, because you damn well knew what was in store for you come morning time. I don’t think I was ever so excited in my life. “Turok 2 tomorrow!” was all I could think of…I awoke the next morning really early and began opening my gifts. Tons of cool shit, tons of gifts but there was no…

Game! Nothing! No Turok 2…What the fuck? The ONE thing I asked for, and I didn’t get it. I tried not to look upset but I think I tried a little too hard and my mom caught on. Out of nowhere, she told me that she smelled something funny coming from my stocking, which was hanging on my door. I bolted up the stairs and reached into my stocking wondering what her puzzling clue meant. MY hand hit something solid and I pulled it out. I was the proud new owner of Turok 2: Seeds of Evil. I ran back downstairs to give my mom a hug and in our embrace she whispered to me something I’ll never forget: “read the first word of every paragraph”.
You just lost the game.

[LlamaMaster]

There was something I always wanted, but I could never obtain. To my dismay, year after year, I was never able to have them. I prayed to Santa every night, and wrote Jesus countless letters, but with no luck. I felt so ashamed, so alone, so outcast. Everybody else at school had one, but I didn't! I tried making some, but I wasn't capable. Days became weeks, then months, then years. I was so frustrated, and about to give up, but then something amazing happened. As I open my eyes Christmas morning, I notice a sticky note on my forehead. On it said:

"Frankie, I have a surprise for you. Go look under the tree."

-Jesus

Can it be!? Has my wish come true!? I ran down stairs and looked under the tree, and sure enough, there it was! I could hardly believe it. Inside a red envelope with a golden seal were my very first pubes! "Oh my gosh, just wait until guys see this!" I ran up the stairs as fast as I could to find the glue. What a spectacular patch of black joy it was. I gaze into the mirror at my magnificent bush. The playful curls intertwine into a gloriously silky tapestry, and the natural oils glean stunningly in the light. This was indeed a great day, for it was at that point I became a man. It was the best Christmas ever.

[DEElekgolo]

I wanted world piece.

[LinkandKvel]

There was something I always wanted, but I could never obtain. To my dismay, year after year, I was never able to have them. I prayed to Santa every night, and wrote Jesus countless letters, but with no luck. I felt so ashamed, so alone, so outcast. Everybody else at school had one, but I didn't! I tried making some, but I wasn't capable. Days became weeks, then months, then years. I was so frustrated, and about to give up, but then something amazing happened. As I open my eyes Christmas morning, I notice a sticky note on my forehead. On it said:

"Frankie, I have a surprise for you. Go look under the tree."

-Jesus

Can it be!? Has my wish come true!? I ran down stairs and looked under the tree, and sure enough, there it was! I could hardly believe it. Inside a red envelope with a golden seal were my very first pubes! "Oh my gosh, just wait until guys see this!" I ran up the stairs as fast as I could to find the glue. What a spectacular patch of black joy it was. I gaze into the mirror at my magnificent bush. The playful curls intertwine into a gloriously silky tapestry, and the natural oils glean stunningly in the light. This was indeed a great day, for it was at that point I became a man. It was the best Christmas ever.

wat

[blind]

There was something I always wanted, but I could never obtain. To my dismay, year after year, I was never able to have them. I prayed to Santa every night, and wrote Jesus countless letters, but with no luck. I felt so ashamed, so alone, so outcast. Everybody else at school had one, but I didn't! I tried making some, but I wasn't capable. Days became weeks, then months, then years. I was so frustrated, and about to give up, but then something amazing happened. As I open my eyes Christmas morning, I notice a sticky note on my forehead. On it said:

"Frankie, I have a surprise for you. Go look under the tree."

-Jesus

Can it be!? Has my wish come true!? I ran down stairs and looked under the tree, and sure enough, there it was! I could hardly believe it. Inside a red envelope with a golden seal were my very first pubes! "Oh my gosh, just wait until guys see this!" I ran up the stairs as fast as I could to find the glue. What a spectacular patch of black joy it was. I gaze into the mirror at my magnificent bush. The playful curls intertwine into a gloriously silky tapestry, and the natural oils glean stunningly in the light. This was indeed a great day, for it was at that point I became a man. It was the best Christmas ever.
aweeee :embarrassed:
that sounds like a wonderful christmas, was it
'07?

[Con]

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[Gwunty]

You just lost the game.
Gee thanks for ruining it :(

[JunkfoodMan]

The christmas I got my N64 was the best ever. I knew nothing of it, so I wasn't really excited (I was 4 or 5 at the time). It just pains me to realize my dad introduced me to gaming.
A few years later, and he got me a gameboy colour and pokemon blue. Ever since I've loved video games.

[FRain]

Ok, well I really wanted Halo 3, but my father forbade it, but I believed in his heart he would get it for me. So I waited all month and finally on Christmas night waited up all night for it. In the morning I got up and ran down stairs to find all the presents! We as a family unwrapped them, and I got some great gifts, but no HALO 3! This past summer I had been with all my friends playing video games, and even though my father thought them too violent, I thought his heart would melt today. Suddenly my mother said, "hmmm, I see a pile of dirt out back...." I rushed outside with the shovel and dug for 2 hours straight, and finally came up with a jesus loves you book mark. I went back inside smiling, but it had happened, something had snapped inside. That night, I snuck out and bought Halo 3, but my parents caught me crawling back through from the window. My father threw it into his gun box to hide, and I found the key, and decided these nuisances would never get into my way again, Happy holidays everyone, I have surprise to give to my parents! :rolleyes:

I'd been sitting in a locked case for a long time. I wanted to be used. Someone in the house snuck out and bought a game. My owner confronted him and shoved that game next to me. Me and the Game became friends because he had a type of me on the cover. About a month later the box I was sitting in was opened and someone picked me and my friend up. The person said they had a suprise for my owner. He masturbated me and I ejaculated two rounds, killed my owner's wife and injured my owner. I was put away without my friend. I am depressed now.

[blind]

Gee thanks for ruining it :(
i don't get it :mad::mad::mad::mad:

[LlamaMaster]

aweeee :embarrassed:
that sounds like a wonderful christmas, was it
'07?
It must feel awful being castrated, you will never experience the same joy I felt. :(

[blind]

It must feel awful being castrated, you will never experience the same joy I felt. :(
I think you quoted the wrong post.
:confused2::confused2::confused2:

[LlamaMaster]

Trolls trolling trolls trolling trolls.

[Syuusuke]

Christmas in the style of Earnest Hemingway:



It was the night before Christmas. The house was very quiet. No creatures were stirring in the house. There weren't even any mice stirring. The stockings had been hung carefully by the chimney. The children hoped that Saint Nicholas would come and fill them.
The children were in their beds. Their beds were in the room next to ours. Mamma and I were in our beds. Mamma wore a kerchief. I had my cap on. I could hear the children moving. We didn't move. We wanted the children to think we were asleep.
"Father," the children said.
There was no answer. He's there, all right, they thought.
"Father," they said, and banged on their beds.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"We have visions of sugarplums," the children said.
"Go to sleep," said mamma.
"We can't sleep," said the children. They stopped talking, but I could hear them moving. They made sounds.
"Can you sleep?" asked the children.
"No," I said.
"You ought to sleep."
"I know. I ought to sleep."
"Can we have some sugarplums?"
"You can't have any sugarplums," said mamma.
"We just asked you."
There was a long silence. I could hear the children moving again.
"Is Saint Nicholas asleep?" asked the children.
"No," mamma said. "Be quiet."
"What the hell would he be asleep tonight for?" I asked.
"He might be," the children said.
"He isn't," I said.
"Let's try to sleep," said mamma.
The house became quiet once more. I could hear the rustling noises the children made when they moved in their beds.
Out on the lawn a clatter arose. I got out of bed and went to the window. I opened the shutters; then I threw up the sash. The moon shone on the snow. The moon gave the lustre of mid-day to objects in the snow. There was a miniature sleigh in the snow, and eight tiny reindeer. A little man was driving them. He was lively and quick. He whistled and shouted at the reindeer and called them by their names. Their names were Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, and Blitzen.
He told them to dash away to the top of the porch, and then he told them to dash away to the top of the wall. They did. The sleigh was full of toys.
"Who is it?" mamma asked.
"Some guy," I said. "A little guy."
I pulled my head in out of the window and listened. I heard the reindeer on the roof. I could hear their hoofs pawing and prancing on the roof.
"Shut the window," said mamma.
I stood still and listened.
"What do you hear?"
"Reindeer," I said. I shut the window and walked about. It was cold. Mamma sat up in the bed and looked at me.
"How would they get on the roof?" mamma asked.
"They fly."
"Get into bed. You'll catch cold."
Mamma lay down in bed. I didn't get into bed. I kept walking around.
"What do you mean, they fly?" asked mamma.
"Just fly is all."
Mamma turned away toward the wall. She didn't say anything.
I went out into the room where the chimney was. The little man came down the chimney and stepped into the room. He was dressed all in fur. His clothes were covered with ashes and soot from the chimney. On his back was a pack like a peddler's pack. There were toys in it. His cheeks and nose were red and he had dimples. His eyes twinkled. His mouth was little, like a bow, and his beard was very white. Between his teeth was a stumpy pipe. The smoke from the pipe encircled his head in a wreath. He laughed and his belly shook. It shook like a bowl of red jelly. I laughed. He winked his eye, then he gave a twist to his head. He didn't say anything.
He turned to the chimney and filled the stockings and turned away from the chimney. Laying his finger aside his nose, he gave a nod. Then he went up the chimney. I went to the chimney and looked up. I saw him get into his sleigh. He whistled at his team and the team flew away. The team flew as lightly as thistledown. The driver called out, "Merry Christmas and good night." I went back to bed.
"What was it?" asked mamma. "Saint Nicholas?" She smiled.
"Yeah," I said.
She sighed and turned in the bed.
"I saw him," I said.
"Sure."
"I did see him."
"Sure you saw him." She turned farther toward the wall.
"Father," said the children.
"There you go," mamma said. "You and your flying reindeer."
"Go to sleep," I said.
"Can we see Saint Nicholas when he comes?" the children asked.
"You got to be asleep," I said. "You got to be asleep when he comes. You can't see him unless you're unconscious."
"Father knows," mamma said.
I pulled the covers over my mouth. It was warm under the covers. As I went to sleep I wondered if mamma was right.

[ima_from_America]

About 3 years ago, my stepfather was putting up christmas lights.
He fell off the roof and broke his spinal column.

[dark57]

was he ok?