I have 2 that stick in my mind- both involve my Dad's Christmas tipple!
1)My Dad had always wanted a"real" tree but Mum said we couldn't afford one & she was the one who had to clean upso we always had an artificial one.
I was about 8yrs old & I was woken up a couple of nights before the Big Eve by some banging & the odd curse word. I got out of bed to see what was going on when I saw My Mum in the Hallway & my Dad sweating trying to saw off the bottom of the biggest tree I had seen. It seems as my Father was making his way home from his works' Christmas party, he came across a school that had thrown it's tree out to the rubbish & seeing his hearts desire at no cost to the family, he carried the tree on his back about half a mile not realising that the tree was about 10ft high & our livingroom only had about 8ft ceiling height!
2) My Baby sister had an operation on her hands & my Mum asked me to get her the roll of cotton wool to bathe her with. I was about 8 & my Brother about 6 & as my Grandmother was staying over for Christmas Eve my Bro & I had to share a room. We where woken by a voice saying "HOHOHO". As we bolted out of our beds we went onto the landing where we saw "the big guy" (so we thought) & we chased him into our parents room where he disappeared. As we made our way back to bed "Santa" jumped out from behind the door & shouted "BOO". We where soooo scared we ran back into bed & didn't move for the rest of the night. Down the years it turns out "Santa" was My Dad wearing my Mum's red cocktail dress & a cotton wool beard!