The 7 Types of Holiday Fights You're About to Get In
The busiest fighting week of the year is almost upon us. Across the world families will soon come together and rediscover the reasons they moved apart in the first place, arguments growing into fights, growing into turkey-scented orgies of ruptured feelings.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Because families everywhere are all composed of the same elements -- mothers, alcoholic uncles, siblings with both sets of genitals who were raised as boys -- it turns out that we all have basically the same arguments. Below I've cataloged some of the most common types of fights you'll likely participate in during the coming week, with the hopes that you'll use the lessons learned within to really make someone cry. I've added some illustrative examples to each fight, which due to a lack of parties willing to sign releases, I'm forced to state are fictional.
#7. Judginess
As soon as you walk in the door, critical eyes are turned your way. Your posture, the quality of your clothes, the paucity of gifts you appear to be bringing; all of these things are getting noticed and tallied by the more judgmental members of your clan.
"You have a job but not a career, your pants don't fit, and I'm still not 100 percent convinced you're mine. Welcome home."
Worst of all is the evaluation of anyone you happen to be bringing home with you, and how they might compare with the perfect shrew of a wife your perfect ass of a brother has.
How This Might Go:
Shrewish Sister-In-Law: "So how well do you know Ellen?"
Chris "Everyman" Bucholz: "Real well. Super real well even. But I don't want to come off as bragging."
Sister-In-Law: "Because she doesn't seem that familiar pronouncing your name."
Chris: "Maybe I changed my name. Maybe you don't know my name?"
Sister-In-Law: "Did you change your name?"
Chris: "No."
Sister-In-Law: "Is she a prostitute?"
Chris: "Of course not! She's more of a ... companion."
Sister-In-Law: "Like an escort?"
Chris: "Essentially."
Sister-In-Law: "That's awful."
Chris: "You're not impressed I can afford an escort for a whole half-day?"
Sister-In-Law: "We're not impressed because you brought a prostitute home for Christmas!"
Chris: "She's not a prostitute! She's an escort!"
Sister-In-Law: "Same difference."
Chris: "It is not. At this point, all I've done is paid her for her company. There's nothing explicitly agreed to about what could happen later, sex-wise. She could end up paying me for sex."
Escort: "Yeah, I'm not going to do that."
Chris: "Hey. Hey. Hey. What are you here for? You're here to be on my side."
#6. Politics
One of the side effects of our tubed-age is that we no longer regularly spend time talking to people who hold different political views from ourselves. Back in the old days, when we watched the same news and read the same newspapers, things might not have always been civil, but we were at least speaking the same language. Political conversations have become a lot less civil since, as people bump up on ideas they've deliberately been ignoring. It makes for awkward, tense conversations -- and more than a few trolling opportunities, useful if you need to get in a few quick points against your tolerated loved ones.
How This Might Go:
Chris: "I'm just saying is that if the 99 percent were sent to Guantanamo Bay, we'd have won the war on poverty by now."
Sister-In-Law: "You cannot possibly think that."
Chris: "And probably the war on drugs too. Poor people love drugs."
Sister-In-Law: "They're not poor people! They're the 99 percent who aren't extremely rich!"
Escort: "Also, rich people like drugs too."
Chris: "That's a good point."
Sister-In-Law: "Thank you! Wait. Whose point?"
Chris: "The drug one; everyone loves drugs. That's kind of their thing, isn't it? That's why the war on drugs has been so tough to win: drugs are awesome."
Sister-In-Law: "Can you not say that in front of my kid?"
Chris: "Christmas is a time for uncomfortable truths."
Sister-In-Law: "No it's not!"
Escort: "What if we sent the children to Guantanamo Bay to keep them away from the drugs?"
Chris: "Yes! Now you're thinking. High five!" -high five- "And then we can send the 99 percent to Iraq. Mission Accomplished."
#5. Gift Not Good Enough
It is often the case that one of the gifts which you've thoughtfully purchased wasn't thoughtful enough; that it was in fact, pretty damned unthoughtful. Instead of deflecting the conversation away from your faults, it doesn't, and serves as a conversation piece in the ongoing debate about what kind of asshole you are.
How This Might Go:
Sister-In-Law: "Is this ... a Tickle Me Elmo?"
Chris: "It is."

Sister-In-Law: "Why did you get me a Tickle Me Elmo?"
Chris: "Those things are impossible to get."
Sister-In-Law: "I'll bet. But it's not a very good answer to my original question. Why?"
Chris: "You don't have one. And I assumed you always wanted one."
Sister-In-Law: "I didn't. Nobody wants one. That's why they stopped making them. That's why someone sold you this one. You did buy this right? You didn't steal it?"
Chris: "No, I bought it. Not it specifically, but yes, it, amongst other things."
Sister-In-Law: "You were auction hunting for Christmas presents again weren't you?"
Chris: "Would you have preferred the old weight bench?"
Sister-In-Law: "Oh gross. I think there's gum on this thing."
Chris: "Let's hope so."
Sister-In-Law: "Why would we hope there's gum on this thing?"
Chris: "No we're hoping that it's just gum."
Escort: -looking closely- "It's just gum."
Chris: "And she'd know."
#4. Aggressive Regifting
Worse than the gift not good enough for the receiver is the gift not good enough for the giver. The traditional way to regift involves a kitchen gadget received one-to-two years previously from a distant relative, but if used in combination with certain sleight of hand techniques on the day of festivities, it can be used to dramatically cut down on both your Christmas shopping, as well as any participation in relatives' Last Wills & Testaments.
How This Might Go:
Sister-In-Law: "This looks like the same sweater I just got you."
Chris: "No, it's a different one."
Sister-In-Law: "Where is the sweater I just got you?"
Chris: "I already put it in the car."
Sister-In-Law: "You ran out and put it in the car and came back without anyone noticing?"
Chris: "I thought it strange too, but everyone was very involved with themselves and their presents. This is a very self-involved family. I think the materialism of the holiday is having a really negative effect on us."
Sister-In-Law: "Mmhm. Why, I wonder, would you think to get a sweater several sizes too large for me?"
Chris: "Several sizes? I mean ... you are kind of getting more ..."
Sister-In-Law: "I'm kind of getting what?"
Escort: "Easy buddy."
Chris: "More ... lovely."
Sister-In-Law: "Uh-huh."
Chris: "More as in volume. Voluminous amounts of loveliness. Anyways, I'll be in the car."









If I knew there was a Christmas happening anywhere like this, I'd head towards it like Bucholz towards alcohol. F'ing amazing.
ReplyGreat artice! I would have liked to read more about the 'judging' though. That's the biggest problem with my family. My great aunts (A.K.A. The Girdle Brigade.) have this really old world view of how a woman should live her life and absolutely nothing pleases them. If I bring a date, I'm a whore. If I don't, I can't get a man. They believe that I should be married and have a few kids by now. Working isn't for a woman, that's the mans place. Apparently, my place (As a woman.) is to submit to my husband in all thing. To spend my days cleaning and cooking for him with one hand, while simultaneously delivering a neverending line of my own children with the other. At 22 years old, they call me a spinster. They suck ass.
ReplyThis was some funny shit. As always, Bucholz delivers.
ReplyI honestly have to say that any time I see an article is by Bucholz, I get excited to read it.
ReplyMy friend and her boyfriend and kids came over for thanksgiving... He would NOT stop badgering her the entire day. My mom was thisclose to kicking him out of the apartment.
ReplyYou are the best Bucholz, always
ReplyNice article Mr Bucholz. Shame I read it too late for Christmas 2011. Still, there's always Christmas 2012.
Replythe santa thing was stupid i for one was told there was no santa from the get go.my parents never told me and my brother and sister that there was a santa they decided early on that its not necessary to tell us that santa exist. in my opinion it is actually bad to tell your kids that santa exists
ReplyBecause f**k childhood!
I'm 24 with no kids. I figured it out on my own, without having a holiday-related nervous breakdown, and I was happy with the results.
My little brother is 9. He will figure it out on his own eventually.
800 for the day? What kind of disease-infested escorts are you hiring anyway?
ReplyVomit-laughter is always the best kind of laughter.
ReplyWow. How come I never thought to hire a prost--er, escort to my family get-togethers? Oh, right. They'd ask too many questions and she'd blow it in 5 seconds.
ReplyTears of joy have jsust fouuld up my kyyborad.
ReplyReligion always appears in our christmas.
Reply Hide All See All 3 RepliesFather: So you still don't believe in god i don't understand why.
Me: Because i grew out of fairytales like god, santa and the tooth fairy.
Father: God is not a fairy tale God is real He is up there watching at you and how foolish you are acting.
Me: Can we not discuss your unflinching love for this magic man in the clouds who is everywhere and nowhere.
GF: Soo this food tastes good
And the silence begins.
K cool dude.
My dog farted in his sleep while under the blankets.
Your dad sounds fun. He can fit TWO sentences before each period.
My Christmas this year, just like the Thanksgiving the month before it, was bland and boring. I honestly WISH I could have had a holiday fight this year.
ReplyLife is short,We always need passions!
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f**k off
My sister's husband is Israeli, my brother's fiancee is Lebanese. In the true spirit of an American multi-party, interfaith family, I expect everyone will be arguing about Middle Eastern politics except them.
ReplyI love the outright psychosis of the politics argument.
ReplyYou missed one-FOOD. Especially when everybody brings food. They'll criticize your cooking in terms of taste, nutritional content etc and if you buy they'll criticize the cost, nutritional content and the taste.
ReplyGot attacked by a raccoon last christmas..Fought that thing for hours, and I lost! he took my f*****g stapler!!
ReplyYou should have beat it with its own kind.
Only argument I had to have was;
ReplyHer: I don't really want to go
Me: You're going, it's f*****g Xmas.
Her: Don't wanna
Me: You're not staying home alone on f*****g Xmas
Her: :'(
Me: >:(
Her: ohkaaaaaaay...
Me: yay everybody is happy!
She didn't want to go, I don't think she'd be happy about tagging along