Maybe it was Christmas morning and you went downstairs to see the most adorable puppy ever under the tree.

Maybe it was a White Elephant (aka "Yankee Swap" aka "Chinese Christmas") that ended in tears?

My submission: About five years ago, my extended family moved from individual gifts to doing a White Elephant (and Secret Santa, but that's not important for this story). Every. Single. Year. The grown cousins have to re-explain the entire premise to the three aunts. They literally cannot retain the details from one year to the next. "What's the dollar limit?", "When do I go?", "What do you mean you're 'stealing' it? But I picked it!" SERENITY NOW!

Oh, and every. single. year. my poor 95 y.o. grandmother will pick the one gift of any sentimental value, only to have some asshole member of the family steal it from her. And then she gets upset. And then people get butthurt that she doesn't have a sense of humor about it.

GUIZE! SHE'S 95 YEARS OLD! UNLESS THERE'S A BOX OF TELENOVELA DVDs STILL IN THE PILE, JUST LET HER HAVE THE CUSTOM SHUTTERFLY CALENDAR WITH ALL OF OUR BIRTHDAYS ALREADY NOTED AND PICS OF THE GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN FOR EVERY MONTH!