As someone has already mentioned Christmas, I’ll throw my tradition in.
Being the youngest means that Christmas seems magic for as long as you can imagine, with family all having to keep up the illusion. When I was younger, I could never work out why my eldest brother didn’t like to be woken at 5:30am, why wasn’t he as excited as we were?

Around the age of 10, it turned out he always had a ‘hangover’, what was that? Didn’t have a clue, and all anyone would tell me is that he ‘over did it’.

Made no sense to me, even when I started drinking, I didn’t get hungover. I always woke feeling fresh as a daisy, and annoying my friends.

However, that changed on Christmas Eve 2005. I was 17, and it was my first proper night out with my brothers. After finishing my shift at McDonalds, we all closed the restaurant, and went for a drink together. Unfortunately, several people were in a hurry, so I got my greasy mitts on the drinks they left unfinished.

So, at 10:30pm when I go to meet my brothers, I’m already well on my way, and fairly giggly. Soon as I arrive, there’s a pint shoved into my hand, and the night begins properly.

At 11:30, the eldest of us stands up and says “I think it’s time for us to go, or we’ll feel this in the morning”. We responded with a rousing cry of “Bollocks!” (As you do).

He left with a rather sinister smile on his face, and we carried on, not falling in the front door until gone 2am, then realised we had a crate in the freezer to drink too, which we did with great pleasure.

By this point, the three of us are unbelievably drunk, and decide to call it a night, at about 4:30am.

At 5am (roughly), the eldest walks in and asks loudly if we’d like a cup of tea. No response, but he knows he’s woken us.
5:30am, same again, but with a very small "Oh Piss Off".
6am, He walks in with a pillow, giving us all a couple of smacks in the face, then walks out again.
6:30am, We hear the door open again, and all throw a pillow. Turns out this was my Dad asking us to quieten down, or so we thought. A few seconds later, we’re being attacked in earnest, by not only my brother, but my Dad too.

After this, they left us for 45 minutes, to give us a false sense of security.

Then, they opened the door silently, sneaked up to the bed, and…..

SWEETSHITTINGMERCIFULJESUSCHRISTONABIKE

They’d brought up the ironing jug of water, and tipped it over my head, with one jug for each of the three of us.

By this point, all 3 of us are awake, and so we slowly get dressed, and trundle downstairs, to find an empty kitchen with a note.

“I told you to be careful last night. We’ve gone back to bed. See you at 11!

Love,
Dad, Beth and Ian”


We now do Christmas at 11 every year. I love my family *grinds teeth*

Length? There's going to be 15 of us together this year.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 11:28, 3 replies)

There's only two children
in my nuclear family but they have the same names as your brother and sister.

Random.
( djtrialprice, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 11:35, closed)

Revenge
for all the years they had to keep the magic alive?

I like it!
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 11:47, closed)

Brilliant!
*clicked*
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 11:49, closed)