This year, The Rock at Boston College is doing the season of joy in a big way by generating new content every day in our first ever “25 Days of Christmas”. The Rock is proud to present this installment in our holiday special.
At this point in our lives, we’ve all had our fair share of unfortunate memories–even a joyous season like Christmas can be overshadowed by embarrassing moments. With the holiday season upon us, what better time to reflect on these moments and laugh at ourselves? Between finding out the truth about Santa, struggling with the ice and snow, or not quite receiving the presents we expected, the stories are endless. Here are a few of the worst, most embarrassing holiday moments experienced by The Rock staff.
“When my siblings and I were little, my great-uncle would always call us before Christmas pretending to be Santa Claus, so he could ask us what we wished for and if we had been naughty or nice all year. Around the time that most children my age were finding out the truth about Santa, my family got caller ID on our home phone. So just before Christmas, Uncle Sully made his traditional phone call in the guise of Old Saint Nick, but technology blew his cover–no way would the North Pole be covered by the 781 area code. That was probably the last nail in the coffin of my belief in Santa, and I’ve never lived it down.” – Kate Lewis ‘15
“I don’t really have a worst Christmas memory. The closest I can think of is a memory of disappointment when I asked for a Nintendo Game Cube. Literally every present under the tree was shaped like a cube just to taunt me. Every present was just a box with the present inside it, regardless of size. Eventually I opened every box but there was still no Game Cube. I was sad, but still thankful for the presents I did receive. Then, my mother left the room and returned with another present. I opened it and in it was the video game console I longed for. Until then, I was convinced I wasn’t going to get it. I was so sad just moments before she revealed the hidden present. I was overjoyed to get what I asked for but it was kind of a cruel prank to pull on an 8 year old.” – Christian Petro ‘15
“So basically, it started out as a normal Christmas Eve. I didn’t want to get out of bed, didn’t want to go to church, didn’t want to do anything too cheesy because my fifteen year old self was entirely too mature for stuff like that. So imagine how I felt being in the shower, washing my hair when suddenly I hear a humongous crack, and can’t move my neck for fear of agonizing pain. One embarrassing phone call, four hours in the emergency room, and a neck brace later, it was confirmed; yes, I had sprained my neck. Washing my hair. On Christmas Eve. Really, it just gets even more embarrassing the more details you know about it. That night, we went to my neighbor’s house for their annual Christmas Eve party, and my friend’s dad had the time of his life getting everyone to guess how I had hurt my neck, “Was it A) slipping on black ice walking home from the school bus? B) skiing a little too fast down a mountain? Or C) washing her hair?” Needless to say, no one guessed it correctly. I don’t begrudge him his game though. It is pretty ridiculous… and to this day I still don’t know how it actually happened!” – Saidhbhe Berry ‘17
“Growing up, my aunt and uncle threw a huge holiday party every year. Though my uncle was Catholic like my immediate family, my aunt was Jewish, so the party was designed to celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah. I believed that since my whole family celebrated aspects of both holidays, everybody else celebrated both as well. It wasn’t until about the third grade when discussing the holidays with my friends that I found that was not the case. It was devastating to learn that not everybody had a Christmas tree and a menorah at holiday gatherings, not everyone had dreidels, and perhaps what was most shocking and most disappointing was the fact that latkes and challah bread were not eaten at Christmas; that was unquestionably the most heart-breaking fact of them all” – Chris Pinto ‘16
“I sat in my 3rd grade classroom while Sister Gabriel (90+ year old nun) came into the room to teach religion class. We usually looked forward to seeing her simply because she was different; a change from the regular happenings at this tiny Catholic school. Somehow the class gets on the topic of Christmas and Santa Claus, and Sister Gabriel says, “Christmas is about Jesus, not Santa Claus. Santa isn’t even real.” With that, my childhood was ruined. Thanks, Sister.” – Jack Donovan ‘17
“I’ve never had a bad Christmas experience but I have had some tough winter moments. When my sister and I were really little, we were so excited to see a foot of snow outside our house one year. All bundled up in our snowsuits, we spent the afternoon outside making snow angels, sledding, and, for whatever reason, eating the snow. Rather than picking it up and eating it, though, we stuck our faces directly into the snow. That year, Santa brought us frostbite on our faces.” – Meagan McCarthy ‘14
“I’ve had a string of pretty fantastic childhood Christmases, but there’s always that one year that doesn’t go quite as planned. In about fourth grade, I asked Santa for a Walkman and a digital camera (tech-savvy, right?). Unfortunately, Santa wasn’t really on the same wavelength as me, so I got a boom box and five disposable CVS cameras. Compromise makes the world go ‘round, I guess.” – Melissa Warten ‘16
“I think that the worst Christmas memory that I have had to be when I was 8 years old. I was still under the impression that Santa was up in the North Pole reading my Christmas letters, and on December 25 he would casually enter my chimney-lacking house and deliver my presents. But one Christmas Eve as we were wrapping presents, my sister casually handed me one that was signed from Santa. That she had just written. Childhood=gone.” – Joseph Dorion ‘17
“For the first time in my childhood, my parents decided that it would be much easier to put the Christmas presents under the Christmas tree, rather than have someone actually dress up like Santa and distribute the presents. My cousins and I were appalled by this decision, so we decided to dress up like Santa ourselves. Let’s just say that even though the memory itself wasn’t bad, the photographic evidence continues to haunt me up to this day. Trust me when I say this isn’t as cute as it sounds…” – Bia Lyrio ‘14