We do Christmas insanely. I love all of the Christmas spirit!
However, I do have one story.
Our family's tradition is to cut down our own tree every Christmas. There are permits you can get, and you go up into the mountains where the trees are and play in the snow, pick a tree, eat soup and drink hot cocoa... the last bathroom before you go up the snowy canyon road is at a large parking lot, there's usually a good bit of snow. We all get it and stretch our legs and use the bathroom, just like any other year. At first, I think I don't have to use the bathroom. But as we wait, it gradually builds until I think I need to go to the bathroom really badly. I get out of the car and go use the bathroom...
But while I'm in there, my entire extended family loads up and drives away. I get out of the bathroom and realize this, and I panic. There's no one around, I have no idea where my family will go, and it's getting cold - I left my coat in the car, although I brought my snowboards, gloves, and such. I sit on a big rock where I'll be easily visible if my family comes back, and I kind of have a panic attack? I don't really show it - I'm crying a little bit but nothing big - but inside I'm freaking out, doing all the things a little kid does when their family leaves them behind. I'm watching for cars, and I decide to say a prayer. I pray (a really fast one while still looking out of one eye at the road) and a gray minivan pulls into the parking lot. A family spills out, parents and a good many kids, and the mom notices me and comes over. She's worried, I tell her about what happened, and she... well, she's a mom. She wants to help me out. So she takes me over to her husband (normally I wouldn't have gone with her except I felt the Spirit plus she had a bunch of kids) and she explains to him what happened. He decides to drive up the road looking for our family's cars while she stays with me. And apparently, as they're driving up, they pass my grandparents' car and get them to pull over, then they drive down together. Everything ends up well, and now I can tease them about how I'm apparently so forgettable to them.