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Father Christmas in the UK wants mince pies and traditionally sherry, but in my house he gets whisky and appreciates it. Lots of it.

Nothing for any reindeer, after a smart-arse four year old pointed out that the carrot top left behind had clearly been bitten off, as the tooth marks were the wrong way round. Following year, MrKQ reminded me to get it right. I told him I wasn't deep-throating a carrot. He said it had to be right, so I told him to do it himself if he thought deep-throating was that easy, and if he could, he'd be very popular at parties...

Much spluttering later, the carrot was chucked away. We'd already drunk the whisky so it didn't dawn on us we could just cut the carrot!
 
My grandmother's brothers died in a sledding accident. And then she brought her trauma forward and so even us grandkids could not ride a sled, own a rideable car, try out skate boards, go anywhere near those dirt bikes or motor cycles, and omfg what the hell are you doing riding your bike on anything but the flattest of flat surfaces.
 
My grandmother's brothers died in a sledding accident. And then she brought her trauma forward and so even us grandkids could not ride a sled, own a rideable car, try out skate boards, go anywhere near those dirt bikes or motor cycles, and omfg what the hell are you doing riding your bike on anything but the flattest of flat surfaces.
Plus, a trip to the doctor didn't cost several month's worth of wages. If they charged you an arm and a leg, it was because they had to amputate those anyway, and they had a 'waste not, want not' attitude after the Great Depression.
 
Plus, a trip to the doctor didn't cost several month's worth of wages. If they charged you an arm and a leg, it was because they had to amputate those anyway, and they had a 'waste not, want not' attitude after the Great Depression.
Ah yes, I remember well some of the horrible meals we had to eat while living with my grandparents. If it's put in front of you, then you must eat it, because don't you dare waste food. But it's burned, can't we just feed it to the pigs and make me a sandwich?😩
 
My grandmother's brothers died in a sledding accident. And then she brought her trauma forward and so even us grandkids could not ride a sled, own a rideable car, try out skate boards, go anywhere near those dirt bikes or motor cycles, and omfg what the hell are you doing riding your bike on anything but the flattest of flat surfaces.
Ah yes, I remember well some of the horrible meals we had to eat while living with my grandparents. If it's put in front of you, then you must eat it, because don't you dare waste food. But it's burned, can't we just feed it to the pigs and make me a sandwich?😩

The Depression left an enormous scar on the country. My late MIL based every life decision on her experiences growing up in the 1930s. Here she was, living by herself in a $1M house on the San Francisco peninsula originally bought by her long-ago ex for $17,000, and for the life of me and my wife, we could not convince her to sell it and move someplace less expensive in the lap of luxury that $1M would afford 25 years ago. She had no friends or family keeping her there. Adding insult was her constant poor-mouthing, and hitting us up to help with expenses. We prevailed in the end with the inheritance, but even my wife was never told she was the sole beneficiary - only after MIL's death - in the meanwhile being left with the impression her estate was going to be donated to a sketchy charity.
 
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