I remember being at my aunties on Boxing Day (as was the norm) I must have been about 9, was having a good old boogie with my cousins and all of a sudden WW3, apparently my dad overheard his mother say that ' her! she'll be in trouble before she is 18' and you know what trouble that mean't!!  must have been that secshy dance I had perfected off Top of the Pops

I remember one Christmas my Grandad came over for drinks and we played a Question of Sport, the board game.  Anyhow it was close to the end and my Grandad wasn't doing too well and one of the answers he gave was wrong....well when I say wrong...it wasn't the answer that was on the card   But he tried to tell us he had given the right answer that the game was wrong   anyhow, he completely lost his temper, told us it was a stupid game...and stormed out of the house

We have never played the game since

God.... my family is famous for festive flare-ups. The worst one was 1989, when I didn't speak to my mother for almost a year afterwards
Nothing compares to that, but she's grown up a bit since then