Disclaimer: In Real Life is a platform for everyday people to share their experiences and voices. All articles are personal stories and do not necessarily echo In Real Life\u2019s sentiments. Christmas Chaos!\u00a0 It\u2019s Christmas in less than a week! For those who celebrate the season, there\u2019s a lot to look forward to: Family reunions, and of course Santa Clause and presents!\u00a0 Unfortunately, it\u2019s not always picturesque Christmas trees as these Christmas Confessions show.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSanta Claus isn\u2019t real,\u201d Uncle Johan told the kids, and panic ensued\u00a0 In 2019, I couldn\u2019t get a cheap flight back and forth to Sarawak for the Christmas break. I am not a Christian, but my best friend invited me over to his house for Christmas with his parents\u2019 blessing.\u00a0 I showed up on Christmas Eve and met a lot of his extended family. At first, it was a bit awkward, but when I produced a few gifts for people to share - chips, chocolates, and cookies -\u00a0 they welcomed me like a long-lost family member.\u00a0 So we sat down to dinner, complete with the roast turkey and stuffing. People were asking the various kids what they all wanted from Christmas from Santa. Now, there was a family member named Uncle Johan. He is the black sheep of the family: He was the uncle that let you play with illegal fireworks, somehow bought the coolest presents for birthdays and other special occasions.\u00a0 Out of all the uncles, he was the one the kids gravitated to the most because he treated the kids like adults, listened to their opinions, agreed and disagreed, and so forth.\u00a0 By the time I arrived, Uncle Johan had been hitting the alcohol pretty hard. His face was red, and he was getting visibly bored of the proceedings.\u00a0 That\u2019s when tragedy struck.\u00a0 \u201cWhat did you ask from Santa this year?\u201d One of the aunts asked her nieces. With a twinkle in his eye, Uncle Johan blurted out in a loud voice: \u201cSanta Claus isn\u2019t real!\u201d\u00a0 There was a hush as a dozen children under the age of 12 took in what he said.\u00a0\u00a0 When the pin dropped, the children started screaming and yelling. Some were confused, others started to cry. A few of the older kids rolled their eyes, one had this look of \u201cI knew it\u201d on his face. My friend\u2019s father yelled: \u201cJohan! Are you a f$%king idiot?!\u201d The fight that broke out remains one of the most incredible things I have witnessed. An aunt even threw food at the drunk uncle, who chuckled and called her something unprintable. The children crowded around Uncle Johan, begging him to tell them the truth. Of course, he stuck to his candy cane and very seriously repeated, \u201cSanta Claus isn\u2019t real.\u201d\u00a0 Here\u2019s where chaos became pandemonium.\u00a0 One of the younger kids, who was around 6 years old jumped onto the dining table and screamed \u201cI WANT SANTA TO BE REAL!\u201d He then soccer kicked a glass bowl full of green beans into the wall.\u00a0 The mothers were screaming in anger and trying to comfort their crying children. Of course, they\u2019d been hyping Santa Claus and Christmas since June. \u201cA happy Santa brings the best presents,\u201d they\u2019d often repeated.\u00a0 Santa\u2019s happiness was a powerful tool used to encourage good behavior and academic performance. The damage took on a life of its own as the kids started putting pieces together: "Santa\u2019s not real! Then the reindeer aren\u2019t real! Elves aren\u2019t real! All the shopping mall Santa\u2019s? Also. Not. Real!" Then a voice piped out, \u201cWhat about the Tooth Fairy?\u201d\u00a0 The adults continued to freak out and yell at the kids, each other, and Uncle Johan too, who simply sat there, pretty drunk, laughing about the chaos.\u00a0 I just sat there dumbfounded and then burst out laughing. I couldn\u2019t stop laughing so hard, I had to disappear into the kitchen with my friend to calm down.\u00a0 My friend looked at me with the smile of someone who suffers through this madness every year, \u201cYea\u2026well\u2026 Merry Christmas.\u201d\u00a0 The screaming and yelling continued for what felt like an eternity but was probably only ten minutes before the mess was cleaned up, and everyone was caught up in the most awkward silence ever. It didn\u2019t help that I was bright red in the face from trying my hardest not to laugh. The nasty looks I was getting from pretty much everyone at the table did not help.\u00a0 Let\u2019s just say the entire house stayed as silent as a tomb. I made my hurried farewells and made my post-dinner escape.\u00a0 Forgotten by the Family At Christmas I am the quiet one in my family. Where everyone else is loud and social, I\u2019m the quiet introvert.\u00a0 It was pretty common for me to be at home and for everyone to forget that I was home.\u00a0 As the youngest of three siblings, I get that my older brother and sister don\u2019t want to hang around, or baby sit. They would go out for ice-cream, or to see a movie and forget to invite me.\u00a0 When I was a kid, I didn\u2019t get it. When I was a teenager, this hurt. A lot. I still don\u2019t know if it was deliberate or that they genuinely forgot about me.\u00a0 Worse than my siblings were my parents. I don\u2019t know how to put it into words, that they would forget to have lunch or dinner for me. I could be studying in my room, or reading a book, and I was just ignored.\u00a0 Where my elder brother and sister fought to be the center of attention, I was overlooked. I was fifteen the first time they forgot my birthday.\u00a0 I dealt with it, I learned to cope with it because I had to.\u00a0 I learned to cook on my own, wash up, do laundry because I had to. I graduated and moved out so I could be closer to work, but still, a reasonable 25-30 minutes away from my family home.\u00a0 And then 5 years ago, they actually forgot about me at Christmas.\u00a0 It was five years ago, when there was no invite to Christmas Dinner, and I just assumed that the family wasn\u2019t doing anything. I really should have called and checked, but I did message to say I\u2019d drop by to visit in the afternoon. This was the way things went, until last year. I dropped by on Boxing Day earlier than usual. I found my siblings, significant others, and my parents having a family gathering. The tension and awkwardness of that afternoon was thick enough to be cut with a knife. In the ensuing awkwardness, I discovered that they had traditionally gathered together for Christmas Dinner for years, and I had just never been invited. Forgotten. It turns out that my parents forgot that I tend to drop by on Boxing Day as well.\u00a0\u00a0 This year, they sent invites for Christmas Day just after Halloween. But I already have Christmas Day, Boxing Day and New Year\u2019s Eve plans: I\u2019m working from home.\u00a0 I never said anything about it, but when I look back on it, it still hurts.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hopefully, I won\u2019t have to think about them, earn something extra and splash out on an extra Christmas Present to myself.\u00a0 My Gift for Christmas? Finding Out She Cheated Christmas morning, 2014.\u00a0 My family, and my girlfriend of the time were gathered around the Christmas tree to open presents. I got one from my girlfriend and unwrapped a small box. Inside was a black billed baseball cap with a red five-pointed-star across the front. I don\u2019t wear caps, don\u2019t follow any sports or teams, but from her taste in music, I recognized the red star: Avril Lavigne.\u00a0 I have nothing against her music, but why would she get me merchandise for an artist that I don\u2019t really listen to? So I pull it out and hold it up to everyone to take a look. Everyone was giving confused looks to me, to her, and each other. Even my little brother was going \u201chuh?\u201d\u00a0 So I just said, \u201cThank you,\u201d and then I noticed that her face has completely drained of color, and she\u2019s almost ghostly pale. She snatched it back, \u201cThis is for someone else! Must have brought it in by accident,\u201d she said.\u00a0 She snatched the box out of my hands. But I\u2019m still holding the gift tag in my hand which I flip over, and read, \u201cHey Sayang, Love you. Merry Christmas!\u201d\u00a0 She had never called me \u201cSayang.\u201d Ever. I asked the dreaded question, and to her credit, she answered me honestly.\u00a0 Yes. She was cheating on me. And there were two tickets to an Avril Lavigne concert in the box, that was still in my hands. They had been tucked underneath the hat. We had been together for almost four years, since our first year in University, even if we were in different programs. He was a Senior in her Mass Comm programme, and she\u2019d been cheating for the last year -- at least, but been flirting with him for at least six months before the first time.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Needless to say, we broke up on Christmas morning with my parents and siblings looking on, as I gave her the best present I could: The freedom to spend Christmas with her fling.\u00a0 I kinda hate when Christmas comes around now.\u00a0 For more stories like this, read:\u00a0 What It\u2019s Like Working a 13-Hour Kitchen Shift on Christmas Day and 8 Things Your Relatives Always Ask During Chinese New Year Reunion If you like what you read, follow us on Facebook & Instagram.