“When I was a kid, my mom, who is a seamstress, would make funky gifts every year for Christmas. Some time in the late 80s, she got her hands on some giant men’s underwear and made sports bra’s out of them. Hence, my two aunts and grandma modeling them on Christmas Eve. This is just one of many awkward Christmas eve photos.”
And you’ll be playing the role of Judas.
(submitted by Robert)
“A photo of my grandmother and I, wearing the awful cape my mother made me and insisted I wear every Yuletide for years!”
(submitted by Amanda)
Don’t be afraid to oversell it.
(submitted by Beau)
She already had the ornament, so why not.
(submitted by Evan)
Christmas sweater beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
(submitted by Hollie)
Christmas of 1982. I was 2 years old and obviously not the favorite child. My only option was to take a “back seat” to my sister, Meghan (age 5) if I wanted to sled ride, even if it meant riding on my stomach down the slope. Apparently this was seemed like a safe idea to my dad (pictured) and my mom who snapped this shot! This picture pretty much sums up the next 30 years of my life.
(submitted by Kristin)