When a long-awaited Christmas getaway is interrupted by a dramatic call from her mother-in-law about a “flooded house,” Tessa and her husband, Daniel, suspect a “crying wolf” incident. What starts as another of Christine’s manipulative ploys takes a surprising turn when Daniel decides that it’s time to outsmart his mother for good…
We’d been dreaming of this Christmas trip for months. It was a cozy mountain getaway, just my husband, Daniel, our kids, Nora, Sienna, and Jacob, and myself.
No drama, no interruptions, just snow-covered peaks and the crackling warmth of a cabin fireplace. Not to mention the endless supply of hot cocoa and mulled wine. It was supposed to be a break from everything, especially Christine.
A cozy cabin | Source: Midjourney
My mother-in-law.
Don’t get me wrong. Christine isn’t a villain twirling her hair between her fingers in the corner, but she is… relentless. Even after ten years of marriage, she’d never warmed to me.
“You stole my son, Tessa,” she likes to say, her voice dripping disdain.
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Now, take that and her knack for passive-aggressive comments, and her uncanny ability to orchestrate chaos, and you’ve got a recipe for exhaustion.
This year, we’d decided no more. No surprise visits, no last-minute guilt trips. We were taking Christmas back for ourselves.
Or so we thought.
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“We need some time away, Tess,” Daniel had told me when we were having a cup of coffee one morning. “I love my mother, but these are the years that the kids will remember. One day, when they’re old enough to start their own holiday traditions, these are the years they’ll base it on.”
So, we booked the trip and didn’t look back.
The morning of Christmas Eve started out perfect. Sunlight was glinting off snowdrifts, the kids excitedly unwrapped small pre-holiday gifts while I cooked the bacon and the pancakes in the cabin’s kitchen.
A man drinking a cup of coffee | Source: Midjourney
“Mom! You got me the fuzzy socks I wanted!” Jacob exclaimed. “Thank you!”
Then, my husband’s phone buzzed loudly.
“Mom calling,” the screen read.
He sighed and answered, putting the call on loudspeaker, while I flipped the bacon.
Bacon in a pan | Source: Midjourney
“Hi, Mom. How are you?”
Christine’s response was instant and frantic, loud enough for me to catch snippets.
“Oh, honey, it’s a disaster! The pipes burst, and the whole downstairs is flooding. Your father can’t handle this alone! You need to come home right now. Daniel, please!”
“Mom, we’re away. We’re in the mountains, remember? It’s a six-hour drive back,” he sighed.
An older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“I know, Dan! But there’s no one else I can call! You’re my son. Please, I need you!”
“Let’s call a plumber,” I said.
“No, no, it’s too late for that!” Christine immediately shot down. “They’re all busy for the holidays. I just need my son, please. Daniel… please.”
This wasn’t my first rodeo with Christine. She had a knack for conjuring “emergencies” that required my husband’s immediate presence. There was the time she claimed she’d fallen while we were on a July vacation, only for us to find her perfectly fine, sipping tea and dunking shortbread.
An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney
But this time, we decided to test her story.
“Mom, just give me a second,” Daniel said. “I’ll try and convince the kids that I need to leave. I’m sure they’ll be okay with it…”
“They’re young, they’ll be fine. But okay, I’ll wait on the line.”
My husband muted the call, gave me a knowing look, and dialed his dad from my phone.
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“Hey, Dad. What’s going on at the house? Mom said that there’s a flood. Is she around you?”
“A flood?” my father-in-law’s voice was light, almost amused. “Your mother is upstairs, still in bed, I think. I’m downstairs, I just finished my coffee and a movie. The house is perfectly fine, Dan.”
My husband smirked.
“So, no pipes burst? No taps started leaking uncontrollably?”
An older man talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney
“Not unless they magically fixed themselves,” Philip laughed.
Unmuting his mother, my husband kept his tone neutral.
“Okay, Mom. I’ll be there soon.”
After hanging up, he turned to me.
“Time to put an end to this madness. I know exactly what to do.”
A man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“Dan, our entire holiday is going to go on this stupidity,” I said, removing the last pancake from the pan.
“I know,” he agreed. “But this will be the last time, love. We’re going to teach her a lesson.”
“But…” I began, plating up the kids’ breakfast.
“Trust me?” he asked, smiling.
So, I did.
Food on a counter | Source: Midjourney
When we arrived at his parents’ house later that afternoon, the kids and I hid to one side of the door, so that Christine would only see Daniel first.
She greeted him at the door with an over-the-top smile and dramatic gratitude.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re here! It’s a Christmas miracle, Dan! The flood is gone. Like completely gone!”
“Oh, how convenient,” Daniel said, his words coated in mild sarcasm as he stepped inside.
An older woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
Before she could respond, my husband turned around and stuck his head back through the doorway.
“Come on, kids,” he said. “Let’s get you settled.”
“What? Who? Who else is here?” she asked.
“My family,” Daniel said, rolling his eyes. “Did you think that I’d leave my family in a snowy cabin six hours away, and on Christmas Eve?”
A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
“Tessa’s here too?” she gasped, just as I walked in.
Before she could protest, a few cars drove into the driveway.
I tried to hide my smile, but I couldn’t.
There they were.
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This year, my family made plans to gather at my parents’ house for Christmas Eve. When I told my mother that Daniel, the kids, and I were going away, they were upset but they understood our need to make memories with our children.
After breakfast this morning, Daniel told me to call them, and invite the entire family to crash his parents’ Christmas Eve.
“Tess, your parents live about ten minutes away. And there’s no way that your mom will disagree. She and my mom always butt heads,” he grinned.
A man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Sure enough, my parents were fine with it.
“This means that we’ll spend time with our grandbabies, Tessa. We’re in! And we’ll bring everyone over too. Food included.”
“Welcome! Welcome!” Philip, my father-in-law, said as he came around the corner and saw the kids. “Jacob, stop growing!”
A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
Soon after, the door opened and the first wave of my family stepped into Christine’s house with trays of food, presents, and decorations.
Christine’s eyes widened in horror.
“What… what is all of this? Daniel!?”
The door opened again, and another group of my relatives poured in, chatting and laughing.
Soon, her pristine entryway was bustling with about ten of my family members.
Trays of food on a table | Source: Midjourney
“Well, Mom,” Daniel said, feigning innocence. “You said that there was a flood, and that Dad couldn’t handle it alone. So, we thought, ‘Why not bring reinforcement?’ Tessa’s family was happy to help! We thought that while the rest of us were busy… at least we’d have a good Christmas Eve meal together.”
Philip was practically doubled over in laughter.
“This is priceless. This is fantastic!” he said, slapping his knee.
“But… but there’s no flood!” Christine sputtered, her voice shrill.
A laughing older man | Source: Midjourney
“Exactly,” my husband said. “And since it’s Christmas Eve, it looks like we’ll all just have to celebrate here. You don’t mind hosting, right?”
The next few hours were pure chaos. For Christine, anyway.
My relatives, blissfully unaware of the tension, brought an avalanche of holiday cheer into her house. They praised her for her “hospitality,” complimented her décor, and filled her kitchen with more than enough food for everyone.
Smiling women in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Christine flitted around like a panicked bird, trying to maintain control of the situation. At one point, she downed a glass of wine and then hissed at her husband.
“Why the hell didn’t you back me up?”
He chuckled, completely unfazed.
“Oh, I wasn’t about to miss this. You’ve been pulling this nonsense for years, Christine. It’s time you got a little reality check.”
An upset woman holding a glass of wine | Source: Midjourney
Meanwhile, my husband and I reveled in the spectacle. The kids were thrilled to be surrounded by family, and I caught Christine’s smile slipping every time someone praised her “generosity” for hosting us all.
When dinner was ready, we all gathered around the table laden with food.
My husband stood, raising his glass.
“A toast,” he said, his voice steady and deliberate. “To family. And to spending time with everyone you love. Not just the people you want to manipulate into spending time with you.”
A table full of food | Source: Midjourney
Philip burst out laughing again, raising his own glass. The rest of the table joined in, oblivious to the subtext. Christine, however, glared at my husband with a look that could curdle milk.
When the night wound down, we packed up and prepared to leave.
As Daniel hugged his mom goodbye, he whispered something to her.
“Merry Christmas, Mom. Let’s not do this again, okay?”
A laughing older man | Source: Midjourney
She didn’t answer, but her glare spoke volumes.
As we drove back to the cabin, the kids dozing in the backseat, Daniel reached over and squeezed my hand.
“Best Christmas ever?” he asked, grinning.
A man driving a car | Source: Midjourney
I laughed, leaning my head against the window.
“It’s definitely one for the books.”
That Christmas Eve, my mother-in-law got the surprise of her life. And maybe, just maybe, a lesson in the consequences of crying wolf.
A smiling woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
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