3 Amazing Christmas Stories with Unexpected Twists

Imagine meeting your fiancé’s family for the first time at Christmas, only to find his ex-girlfriend as the guest of honor! This compilation of holiday stories features shocking twists and turns, including a surprise expensive gift, an unexpected Santa, and more.

These families went through some serious things during the festive season. Get ready to uncover what happens when a millionaire disguises himself to meet his in-laws or when a desperate mother tries to tell her kid some bad news on Christmas. Time to restore your faith in the holiday spirit!

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I Went to Meet My Fiancé’s Parents at Christmas, but His Ex Turned It Into a Nightmare

My fiancé, Brian, suggested we spend Christmas with his family. It was bound to happen eventually, considering how serious we were. Plus, I’d never met them before.

We had his family photos displayed at home, and they looked sweet enough, but if only I’d known what was waiting for me there!

As we drove to their house, I was dying of nerves. Brian’s family was old-fashioned, and he’d told me all about their “special traditions.” What he didn’t mention was that one of those traditions involved inviting his ex-girlfriend!

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Their house was HUGE, like a mansion. I knew they had money, but not like this.

I was already feeling intimidated, and then I met his mom, Cora. She was super elegant and put-together, and I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb.

From the moment we arrived, I just tried to hold myself together. It was obvious I was the odd one out. Also, Cora had already made up her mind about me—or rather, about someone else. She was probably already adjusting the seams of my wedding dress to fit a certain glamorous brunette!

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But I didn’t know that until much later.

Dinner started out like an interrogation.

“So, Sara,” Cora asked, “what do you do?”

I told her I worked in marketing, trying to sound impressive.

“Marketing,” she repeated, making it sound like the most boring job in the world. I felt so self-conscious.

Later, I tried to win them over with my baking skills. I made this amazing pie, a family recipe that everyone always loved. But Cora took one bite and said, “Oh dear, are there nuts in this? I’m allergic to nuts.”

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Funny, because she didn’t even use an Epi-Pen or have any visible reaction. But anyway, I wanted to disappear!

And then, things got worse. Someone came to the door, and Cora introduced this “family friend” named Ashley. This girl was actually Brian’s ex-girlfriend. She was stunning, like straight out of a magazine, and she was all over my fiancé during dinner.

“Brian!” she exclaimed. “Remember that time we went hiking in the mountains? We had so much fun!”

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Meanwhile, Brian just stood there like a statue, completely captivated, while her fake giggles drilled into my ears.

I was seething. I couldn’t believe Cora had invited her, and I definitely couldn’t believe Brian was acting like this was perfectly normal. So, I did something totally impulsive.

I called my ex, Josh, and invited him over.

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When Josh arrived, things got interesting. I saw Brian’s face, but since inviting exes to Christmas was a “family tradition,” I shrugged at him.

Josh and I laughed, ate while telling old stories, and basically pretended to be having the best time, just to get back at Cora and Ashley for how they were treating me.

It definitely got under their skin, but I think the person most affected was my fiancé. He looked pretty jealous, which I have to admit, felt kind of satisfying. But ultimately, Brian did nothing. He let this all happen.

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At the end of the night, I was tired, and when Josh left, I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to the woman who was supposed to become my mother-in-law and said, “I never expected to be treated this way by my soon-to-be husband’s family. Honestly, I’d rather not join this family at all.”

Brian’s jaw slackened, and Ashley had a twinkle in her eye. But I walked out after those words with my head held high.

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The next few days were rough. I was filled with sadness and a little self-doubt. Had I overreacted? Was I being too sensitive?

Maybe Cora and Ashley didn’t do it on purpose. But just when I was spiraling, Brian showed up at my door. He apologized for his and his family’s behavior. He should’ve spoken out and told Ashley to back off or even leave.

I was so relieved that I wasn’t crazy!

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Something even more unexpected happened next. Cora arrived, followed by the rest of Brian’s family! They all apologized and said they had been wrong to invite Ashley and push her on Brian.

Cora even admitted that she’d always been protective of her son because of their family’s money. Ashley came from money too, so she was a safer bet.

After I forgave her, we ended up having a second Christmas celebration at my tiny apartment, and it was actually really nice.

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They Judged My Son for His Lack of Money, But I Had the Last Laugh

Hello! I’m Sam, and my son Will is this amazing kid, kind and loving. Being a single dad isn’t easy, and I definitely made some mistakes. I spoiled him, probably way too much.

I mean, I could afford it because I had made a fortune from an engine sealant I invented. But the downside was that all our money ended up attracting the wrong kind of people to Will.

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When Will decided to go to Yale, he came up with this plan to hide our wealth. He wanted to make real friends, not ones who just liked him for his money.

So, he dressed in scruffy clothes and pretended to be a poor scholarship student. It worked! He made great friends, and later, he met a wonderful girl named Eddy, short for Edwina. They quickly fell head over heels.

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Will proposed, and Eddy said yes. That Thanksgiving, she took him home to meet her parents, Marta and Farlow. He told me they were wealthy and wanted their daughter to marry someone rich, not a scruffy third-year science major.

They were polite to him but clearly disapproved of their relationship.

Still, Eddy insisted we spend Christmas weekend with them at their fancy beach house. But to keep our wealth a secret, we took a bus there, and I purposely dressed in my oldest, most worn-out clothes.

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When Eddy’s dad picked us up, he looked me up and down and practically sneered. He spent the whole ride bragging about his money and how important it was to him. I just smiled and nodded.

The next few days were pretty awful. They were constantly trying to subtly humiliate me, making snide comments about my clothes and implying that Will would never be able to provide Eddy with the lifestyle she was used to.

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I could tell that my future daughter-in-law was furious. At one point, she and her mother went to the kitchen. I went to the bathroom, and on my way back, I overheard their conversation.

She told her mother, “I’m going to marry Will, and Sam’s going to be family, so get used to it.”

Marta angrily retorted, “But darling, the man is a bum! Have you seen his clothes? He’s an embarrassment.”

Eddy shot back, “Believe me, Mom, you are much more of an embarrassment than Sam could ever be!”

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I have to admit, I was pretty proud that my son had found such a good woman. But I wasn’t sure about her parents.

On Christmas Eve, they gave Will and Eddy a brand-new Porsche as an early wedding present. They were so smug about it that I realized they thought they had one-upped me.

But I had a surprise of my own; one I had prepared earlier just because. I gave Eddy an envelope and said, “Will told me you two plan to move to New York after graduation. Finding a place to live in Manhattan isn’t easy, so I hope this helps…”

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Eddy opened the envelope and gasped. Inside was the deed to a brownstone in Tribeca!

Her parents were speechless. “But…but…but…” her dad stammered. “You’re POOR…The way you dress…You took the bus…”

“Well, Farlow,” I said gently. “I want my son to be loved and accepted for himself, not for the $570 million he will eventually inherit from me.”

That shut them up pretty quickly. After that, they couldn’t be nicer to me.

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Will and Eddy got married that next summer, and a few years later, they had a little girl. I even bought a house next door so I could be close to them.

I never liked Marta and Farlow, but I was polite to them because I knew Eddy. I knew that she made my son happy and cared for my granddaughter. That’s all that mattered.

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My Daughter Asked About Santa, and I Broke Down, then a Miracle Happened

I did everything I could for my family, but my husband, John, passed away last year, and I fell apart. He was an amazing father. I still remember when he bought our daughter, Kira, a yellow princess dress and chased her around the house.

We had a blessed and joyful life together, but everything changed after he was gone. It was just the two of us.

The first few months were a blur. I barely remember how we got through them. Friends and family brought food, helped with errands, and offered kind words, but nothing filled the emptiness in our home.

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The silence was deafening, the absence of his laughter a constant ache in my chest. Still, I did my best to hold it together for Kira’s sake. She was only six, and I didn’t want to burden her with the weight of my grief.

But as our first Christmas without him drew closer, it became harder and harder to keep up the facade. The holidays were always John’s favorite time of year.

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He loved the decorations, the carols, the spirit of giving. And most of all, he loved playing Santa for Kira.

Every year, he would disappear on Christmas Eve, only to reappear moments later in a full Santa suit, his beard perfectly white and his belly shaking with laughter. Kira would squeal with delight.

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Those memories were etched in my mind, both precious and painful.

Kira started asking about Santa sooner than I was ready for. I struggled and wondered how to explain that he wasn’t coming that year. I had told her that Daddy was in Heaven, but she didn’t know her father was Santa, too.

So, I changed the subject a lot, but I knew I couldn’t avoid the conversation forever. When we decorated the tree, she said, “I can’t wait to see Santa!”

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My heart broke even more, and I fell asleep trying to rehearse how I would tell her the truth the following day, Christmas Eve.

When evening arrived, I had the words all prepared. We were finishing up some cookies and enjoying the nice crackling fire I had set up to enjoy that night.

“Mommy,” she said suddenly, smiling widely. “Santa will come tonight, right?”

With a sigh, I sat beside her and wrapped her in my arms. “Kira, there’s something I need to tell you about Santa… and Daddy.”

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But my throat got tight. I couldn’t get the words out.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I hesitated, wiping away my tears. Who could that be?

Before I could answer, though, the door burst open! I froze when I heard a familiar “Ho, ho, ho!” My heart nearly stopped as I watched Santa Claus walk toward us.

Kira squealed while I was in shock, but as she ran to hug Santa, I realized who it was: Rick, my brother-in-law.

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Just behind him was Sandra, my best friend. They had gotten together to surprise us. She later told me they figured Kira didn’t need to know the truth about Santa this year.

I couldn’t have been more grateful. My daughter showed Santa the cookies she had baked and the tree we had decorated.

“Isn’t it the prettiest?” she asked.

“It’s the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen,” Santa replied, giving me a meaningful look.

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For those few precious hours, the pain of loss faded, replaced by pure Christmas joy. Even though my husband was gone, I wasn’t alone. I had my daughter, my friends, and the memory of a love that would last forever. And that was the greatest gift of all.

If you liked these stories, check out this other set about grandparents. Think being a grandparent is all about unconditional love and endless indulgence? Not always. These three shocking tales reveal the challenges, confrontations, and tough love moments that unravel when entitlement clashes with generosity.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Newborn Baby Cries All Day No Matter What Parents Do, after a While They Check His Crib – Story of the Day

Walter returns home from work to find his baby son crying. His wife has tried everything to quiet their son, but nothing works. Walter decides to check the crib and is shocked by what he finds there.

An ear-splitting wail echoed through the house as Walter entered from the garage. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, and by the distressed look on her face, he knew Logan’s cries were bothering her again.

“Oh, honey,” he says and hugs her from behind. “How long has he been crying like that?”

“I’ve tried everything, Walter!” Abby broke down into sobs. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don’t know what to do now. He keeps crying!”

After becoming parents a month ago, everything in the couple’s lives changed. And if there was something that really distressed Walter, it was Logan’s cries.

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“Come, we’ll figure this out together,” Walter said and took Abby to Logan’s room.

He cheerfully approached Logan’s crib. But all he saw in the crib was a dictaphone and a note. Walter pressed the stop button on the dictaphone, and Logan’s cries stopped.

“What did you do?” Abby called from behind. Walter wasn’t listening. He held the note and zoned out. It wasn’t until Abby snatched the note from his hand and opened it that he realized what had occurred.

“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me.

If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.

If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”

“Oh my God!” Abby gasped. “What does it mean? Was I rude to someone? Were you? Who would kidnap Logan?”

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Walter recalled the janitor he’d mistreated at the maternity hospital. He was bringing a cute bear-shaped pot for Abby while she was admitted to the hospital, but the pot broke when he tripped over the janitor’s broom.

Furious, Walter called the man awful names, and the janitor said, “You’ll regret it!”

“We’ll have to go to the police, honey,” Walter said, snapping out of his thoughts. “It must be him!”

“What? The note says we’ll never see Logan again if we go to the police, Walter. We should just pay the ransom!”

“We don’t know if he’ll return Logan if we do that. Think about it, honey. This guy is a janitor… there’s no way he’d know if we went to the police, and since we know where he works, they might be able to go straight to the maternity hospital, arrest him, and bring Logan home to us.”

Abby agreed.

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Walter parked their car outside the station. He and Abby were about to exit the vehicle when Walter’s phone buzzed with a message.

“This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid’s going into the bay. Get the money to the location mentioned below.”

Abby gasped as she read the message, and Walter looked around, trying to spot the kidnapper. But there were too many people. The only way to rescue Logan now was to pay the ransom.

Walter decided to drive to the bank right away, but Abby’s condition deteriorated. She threw up once and was about to throw up for a second time. It was better to drive her home, Walter decided.

“Don’t hate me for it, honey, but that’s the best for you,” he said. And Abby didn’t protest.

“Fine…But Walter…does that kidnapper even know about caring for a newborn?” she asked and broke down into tears.

Walter said nothing and drove her home. But his imagination wasn’t immune to dark thoughts. He kept imagining Logan in a dark room, crying for help that never came.

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Somehow pulling himself together, Walter drove to the bank. Then he visited the storage locker mentioned by the kidnapper and placed the money inside it.

There were too many people around for him to spot the janitor, but Walter knew he would be somewhere nearby, watching him. So Walter returned to his car, drove a short distance, and parked around the lockers again. It wasn’t long before he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital.

The janitor opened the locker. Walter sat up straighter, but then a tourist group walked past, hiding the janitor from view.

“Move it!” Walter snapped.

Painful minutes stretched out as the tourists headed toward one of the statues. After the last few people in the group eventually passed the lockers, Walter swore. The janitor had disappeared.

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Walter barely dared to breathe as he scanned the crowd. The man had been wearing the sort of flashy shirt sold in the more eclectic, hippie-themed stores, so he shouldn’t have been hard to spot.

There! A wave of relief washed over him as Walter spotted the janitor crossing the road. He was carrying the bag of money Walter had placed in the locker. Walter leaped from his car and followed him.

The man led him around a parking lot, past a variety of restaurants and several museums before he turned into a bus station. They were heading toward another row of lockers.

The janitor placed the bag inside a locker. When he turned around, Walter was ready. He shoved the janitor up against the lockers and held him there with his forearm.

“Where is my son?” Walter demanded. “I’ve done everything you asked, you jerk; now return Logan to me!”

“Look, I was offered $100 to collect the package and then drop it off here,” the man said. “I don’t know about your son!”

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“Don’t you dare lie!”

“I’m not! Some guy paid me to deliver the package! I ran into him in the parking lot after work one day, but he was standing with the light behind him, so I didn’t see his face. I have two kids of my own. I’d never hurt someone else’s child.”

Something about the janitor’s eyes told Walter the older man wasn’t lying. He let the man go, then opened the locker. But it was empty. Somebody had cut a hole in the back.

Walter jogged around to the back of the lockers. The hole was covered from the back with a thin steel plate, loosely secured by two screws. Nobody around was carrying a bag like the one he’d placed the money into.

Walter didn’t know how to break the news to Abby. Logan was their miracle baby. They’d been struggling for years before they conceived him. And now, he had lost his only chance to get Logan back.

Walter entered his home. He checked all the rooms downstairs but didn’t find Abby anywhere. He went upstairs to check their bedroom and noticed Abby’s things were gone.

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At first, Walter suspected she was kidnapped. He called her. Countless times. But she never answered. Then it dawned on him that the kidnapper wouldn’t have taken all of Abby’s things. Even her hand lotion was missing.

Walter was crushed, to say the least. How could Abby do this to them? No wonder she’d been so eager to return home after feeling sick. She had also insisted they pay the ransom. Abby was Logan’s kidnapper. Did she have an accomplice?

The only thing that consoled Walter’s heart was that the ransom money was fake. He would find a way to get his son back.

Walter drove to the maternity hospital where Logan was born, and near the vending machine, he found the man he was looking for—a doctor.

“Hi,” Walter approached him. “I hope you can help me. I need someone to call my wife—”

“I’m not a phone service,” the doctor replied sharply.

“You don’t understand. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for your assistance, doctor, and your silence.”

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The doctor studied Walter through narrowed eyes. He slowly smiled as Walter explained his situation and told him what he wanted the doctor to tell Abby.

Walter then retrieved his wallet and furtively showed the doctor the dollar bills inside it. The man nodded. “Okay, we have a deal. Come with me!”

Walter followed the doctor to a nurse’s station on the second floor. All the nurses were checking on their patients, judging by the activity in the hallways. Nobody took much notice as the doctor lifted the phone and dialed Abby’s number.

“Good morning, Mrs. Taylor; this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. I’m calling to inform you that we just discovered something very serious in one of the routine tests we performed on your son after he was born. He needs to come in for treatment immediately.”

Walter heard Abby’s emotional outcry from the other side of the nurse’s station but couldn’t make out her exact words.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss the details over the phone. All I can say for now is that he has a rare genetic condition. I’m sure he does seem fine now, but that could change at any moment. He’s at a higher risk for SIDS and several other life-threatening conditions. You really need to bring him in today, Mrs. Taylor.”

Dr. Jones ended the call a few minutes later and showed Walter a thumbs-up.

“She’s going to bring the baby in ASAP.” Dr. Jones held out his hand and wriggled his fingers. “I did my bit. Now it’s time for you to pay up.”

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Walter paid the doctor and went back downstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before his phone started ringing. His lip curled in disgust when he checked the caller ID.

“You have some nerve to phone me after what you did, Abby,” Walter said. “Where’s Logan? I demand you bring him back.”

“Says the man who doesn’t even care enough about him to pay the ransom!” Abby shrieked. “That money was all fake, you tight-fisted jerk. Logan needs to see a doctor urgently, and I can’t take him because of you. Where’s the real money, Walter?”

“In my account, where it’s been all along. What’s wrong with Logan, or is this just another scheme to get my money?”

Abby swore at him and began to cry. “I told you; he’s sick! You’ve got to send me the money so he can receive treatment. He’ll die without it.”

“I won’t let my son die! I’ll pay,” Walter replied and hung up.

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Hearing Abby confirm she was behind Logan’s kidnapping broke his heart all over again. It took a few minutes before he pulled himself together enough to send her an immediate payment via his money transfer app. Now, all he had to do was wait.

***

Tears trailed down Walter’s cheeks when his little brother, James, entered the hospital with Abby. James held Logan against his chest while Abby spoke to the receptionist.

It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the police officers and FBI agents came forward and surrounded Abby and James. Walter had informed the cops beforehand.

“You’re under arrest for kidnapping!” an FBI agent called out. “Hand the child over, nice and slowly, and raise your hands.”

“Get away from us!” Abby shrieked as she moved to stand between the FBI agent and Logan. “My son is sick. He needs to see a doctor.”

“No, he isn’t,” Walter called out as he approached the group. “There’s nothing wrong with Logan at all.”

Abby’s gaze locked onto him. Walter watched as the fear and uncertainty in her eyes shifted into red-hot fury. She rushed forward as though to attack him. But the police tackled her. She and James were arrested.

Walter hugged his son, relieved to have him back. But Abby wasn’t done yet.

“You think you’ve won? Logan isn’t even yours! You couldn’t get me pregnant, remember? But whatever’s wrong with you clearly doesn’t run in the family!” she yelled.

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Walter froze. He looked at his brother, who wouldn’t even raise his head to look at him. It pained Walter. But nothing mattered because he had Logan with him.

“I will adopt him if that’s what I have to do!” he shot back. “I will watch him grow up while you two rot behind bars!” he said and left with Logan.

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