Holliday Hell
When the kids were little my parents used to come to our place for Christmas morning, where cookies, fruitcake, coffee and eggnog were served as "breakfast." My parents were teetotal, so we never spiked the eggnog. Homemade, with eggs, not the bought kind out of a carton. A tradition, including the special red, green, and gold pitcher not used for anything else all year. Even the cats got some, as a Christmas treat.
Then there was the Christmas everyone got deathly ill. The clue was that the cats were puking and squirting too. "'Tis the year for salmonella, falalalala, lalalala..."