The festive season is expected to be the most wonderful time of the year, but the following Christmas stories come with unexpected twists.
I went to spend Christmas with my fiancé’s family, but his ex made it a disaster
Brian and I have been a thing for quite some time, and spending Christmas with his family seemed like the next logical step in our relationship.
Since I have never met them before, I was dying of nerves. What I knew about them was they were a bit old-fashioned and had plenty of money.
Brian mentioned they were living in a rather big house, but when we arrived there, I realized it was more like a mansion that just a house.
His mother, Cora, was extra elegant and put together, but something about her intimidated me. She looked at me as though she had already formed an opinion about me without even meeting me.
Once we sat at the table, she turned to me and asked, “So, what do you do?” I said I worked in marketing and she sighted, “Oh, I see.” Her words made it sound like it was the most boring and most unappreciated job in the world.
Trying to impress them, I brought a pie made from my grandma’s traditional recipe.
Everyone loved that pie. When I offered it to Cora and she took a bite, she said, “This had nuts in it and I’m allergic to nuts.”
Well, the tone of her voice, which was rather calm, said she wasn’t really allergic.
As the night proceeded, the doorbell rang, and Cora was quick to answer.
“Welcome dear Ashley,” I could hear my future mother-in-law say.
“Ashley? Really?” I muttered under my breath. That was Brian’s ex-girlfriend who seemed to be a much loved figure in my fiancé’s family.
It didn’t take long before Ashley started sharing stories of the time she and Brian had been together.
“Remember that trip to the mountains?” she asked while smiling.
The situation was awkward. I felt invisible while Ashley got all the attention and was all over Brian the entire night. And the worst of all was that Brian didn’t say anything. He didn’t stand for me. He just let it happen.
But I had it enough. Before I left, I turned to Cora and said, I didn’t expect to be treated like this by my future family. Who knows, maybe I shouldn’t join this family after all.”
The following day, Brian called me on the phone and started apologizing. He was sorry for the ruined Christmas dinner and claimed his mom was sorry too.
The truth was that they were loaded, and since Ashley’s family also had money, she was a safer bet.
I decided to forgive Brian and his mom, but made them promise not to humiliate like that ever again.
They looked down on my son for his lack of money, but I got the final laugh
When my son Will started college, he decided to pretend we didn’t have much money. The truth was that when I invented an engine sealant, I earned plenty of money; I speak of millions.
Sadly, once people learned of my wealth, all kinds of kids tried to be friends with Willy, and somehow, he was attracting all the wrong people.
Once in college, Willy made friends for who he was, not for the money he was going to inherit from me.
Eventually, he met a girl, Eddy, short for Edwina, and proposed to her.
However, her rich parents weren’t fond of Willy, not even a little bit. Believing he was poor, they were convinced she should have been with someone who belonged to their social rank.
Bur Eddy loved my Willy and never let her parents, Marta and Farlow, stand on the way to their happiness.
One day, Eddy invited Willy and me to dinner at her parents’ place. Instead of driving there with my brand new car, we decided to take the bus. I wore my oldest suit, and Willy dressed modestly as always.
Martha and Farlow weren’t delighted by our presence.
At one point, Martha and Eddy went to the kitchen and as I was walking towards the bathroom, I overheard Martha saying that Willy and I were embarrassment. But Eddy stood for us and said she didn’t care about our status, money, or the way we dressed.
“Mom, I’m marrying Will and his dad, Sam, will become an appreciated member of this family. And that’s my final word.”
Hearing this, I was glad my son found the right woman for him.
On Christmas Eve, we invited Eddy and her family to dinner.
At one point, her parents handed her keys to a brand new Porsche and bragged about being able to give their daughter an expensive pre-wedding gift.
It was then that I stood up, raised the glass and said, “Willy and Eddy, I know it’s always been your wish to live in New York, and as finding a place in Manhattan is hard, I hope this will help.” I handed them an envelope with the deed to a brownstone in Tribeca!
Eddy’s parents watched in disbelief. “But…but how could this be?” they said. “Aren’t you poor? You must be. Look how you dress.”
“I wanted my son to be loved and accepted for who he was, not because he would inherit $570 million from me,” I said.
Eddy was also stunned by this revelation. She didn’t get mad for hiding the truth from her. On the contrary, she was glad her parents were taught a valuable lesson that day.
My daughter asked about Santa, and I broke down – Then a miracle happened
After John’s sudden passing, it was just me and my daughter Kira. She became my universe and the most important person in my life. Losing her dad was a huge blow we both had a hard time coping with.
It got even harder as Christmas approached. It was the holiday John loved the most, and after dinner, he would dress as Santa and bring Kira the present she wrote she wanted that year.
As she and I were decorating the place, she said, “I can’t wait for Santa to come this year.”
That’s when my heart shattered into a million pieces.
I couldn’t find the strength to tell her that Santa was her daddy and that he wasn’t coming; ever again.
As Christmas Eve approached, and Kira kept asking about Santa, I knew I needed to share the truth with her, no matter how painful it was.
But just as I was gathering courage to find the right words, someone knocked on the door.
I opened it and heard the famous, “Oh, oh, oh.”
“Santa, you made it,” Kira yelled.
I was shocked at first and it did take me a minute to realize Santa was my brother-in-law, Ryan. His wife accompanied him, bringing homemade cookies.
While Kira enjoyed her present, Ryan turned to me and said, “She doesn’t need to know the truth about Santa this year.”
I thanked him as tears started rolling down my face. Then Ryan turned to me and said, “Remember, that’s what family is for.”
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