what great stories. My worst christmas was when I was three, I caught my tights on the wheel of my brothers pram and I hit the side of the little wooden piano that Santa had left me. I split my lip open. My dad managed to get in touch with a doctor about three miles away, he drove me to the doctors house and said he watched in horror as the doctor stitched my two lips together without any anesthetic and just left a small hole that I could drink through a straw and then the doctor gave me an apple for being such a good girl. My dad made my mum do christmas dinner two weeks later when I was able to eat properly without any stitches so that I wouldn't feel like I missed out.