My SIL Reprogrammed My Oven So the Christmas Turkey Would Burn and Embarrass Me in Front of Guests

A Christmas Day Surprise

My sister-in-law had always disliked me, but this Christmas, she took it too far. While the rest of the family was busy enjoying themselves, Alice decided to sabotage my dinner by cranking up the oven temperature, ruining my beautiful turkey. My heart sank as I realized what had happened. But karma had its own plans, and it came for Alice in the most unexpected way.

I never imagined I’d be caught in the middle of such a Christmas catastrophe, but here I was. Josh and I had been married for six months, and hosting his family’s Christmas dinner was a big deal—huge, actually. Every little thing had to be perfect. The decorations, the food, the atmosphere—everything was meticulously planned.

“Sam, stop adjusting the tablecloth,” Josh said with a smile, gently placing his hands on my shoulders. “Everything looks perfect.”

I smoothed my apron for the hundredth time. “I just want everything to go smoothly. This is our first time hosting Christmas dinner.”

“You’ve got this!” he reassured me with a kiss on my temple. “Remember our first office Christmas party? You organized it all, and it was amazing!”

I smiled at the memory of that night two years ago. I had just started as a marketing director, and Josh, the CFO, couldn’t stop looking at me. From that moment, our relationship had been nothing short of a whirlwind—two years of dating, a romantic proposal at sunset, and a beautiful summer wedding.

But there was one thing that weighed on me. “Your sister hates me,” I muttered, fiddling with the silverware one more time.

Josh sighed. “Alice doesn’t hate you. She’s just… a little too passionate about family traditions.”

“Passionate is an understatement,” I replied, glancing at my phone. “They’ll be here in an hour, the turkey’s in the oven, everything’s on track, but I’m nervous.”

Josh wrapped his arms around my waist. “What I love about you, Sam, is that you always make things work. Remember last month when the projector broke during your big presentation?”

I laughed. “And I had to do the whole thing from memory while the IT team panicked!”

“Exactly. You can handle anything!” he said with confidence. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Just as he said that, the doorbell rang, making my heart race. Josh’s parents arrived first. His mom immediately began rearranging the garland I’d hung up, while his dad headed straight for the eggnog. Then the cousins and their kids arrived, and our quiet house quickly turned into a chaotic, yet joyful, mix of laughter and conversations.

“Did you hear about Grandma’s announcement?” Josh’s cousin Maria whispered as we arranged appetizers. “Alice has been calling her every day.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. She’s been trying to get in Grandma’s good books—flowers, lunches, even offering to redecorate her entire house. It’s pretty obvious what she’s up to.”

The doorbell rang again, and in walked Alice, perfectly put together as always, holding a store-bought pie that probably cost more than my entire dinner.

“Sam, sweetie,” she air-kissed my cheeks. “How bold of you to host Christmas this year, especially with Grandma’s big announcement coming up.”

I forced a smile. Everyone knew Grandma Eloise, at 82, was retiring and choosing who would inherit her successful catering business. Alice had been campaigning for months to make sure it would be her.

“Alice, you look lovely,” I said, hanging up her coat.

She breezed past me. “Let’s hope your turkey turns out better than that disastrous breakfast you made at the family reunion three months ago.”

“Don’t let her get to you,” Maria whispered, squeezing my arm. “We all remember how she switched the salt for sugar in your pancake batter.”

The evening went on smoothly, until Grandma Eloise arrived. At 82, she still commanded attention. Her silver hair was perfectly styled, and her eyes were sharp as ever.

“Something smells amazing!” she declared, pulling me into a warm hug.

“The turkey should be perfect,” I said with pride. “I followed your recipe from Thanksgiving.”

Just as I was about to check on the turkey, Alice interrupted with a mischievous smile. “Interesting choice, considering your… limited experience with family traditions.”

Josh shot Alice a look, but she didn’t back down. “Some of us have been making these recipes since we were kids, right, Grandma?”

Grandma Eloise raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, settling into her favorite armchair as the kids excitedly showed her their gifts.

Then, Alice’s voice cut through the chatter. “Does anyone smell something… burning?”

My stomach dropped. I rushed to the kitchen, throwing open the oven door. Smoke poured out, and there, inside, was my once-beautiful turkey, charred black. The oven’s display read 475 degrees—nearly 200 degrees hotter than I’d set it.

“Oh no,” I whispered, feeling tears well up. “This can’t be happening. I checked it just twenty minutes ago. It was perfect.”

Alice appeared in the doorway, wearing a smirk. “Every hostess messes up at some point,” she said, her voice loud enough for the whole room to hear. “But I don’t think anyone has messed up quite like this. What a DISASTER!”

Relatives flooded into the kitchen, trying to salvage what they could. Josh squeezed my hand, his mother tried to save the side dishes, and I stood there, crushed, as Alice reveled in my misery.

Just as the room fell into an uncomfortable silence, Grandma Eloise spoke up.

“Well,” she said, her voice firm, “I think now is the perfect time for my announcement.”

Alice froze, her smug expression fading as everyone turned their attention to Grandma.

Grandma’s eyes locked onto Alice’s. “It’s wrong to ruin dinner on Christmas, but it’s even worse to lie and frame people, especially on Christmas.”

The room grew quiet.

“What do you mean, Grandma?” Alice asked, her voice trembling.

“You were so busy plotting that you didn’t even realize I was sitting in the corner of the kitchen when you turned up the oven,” Grandma said calmly.

Alice’s face drained of color. “I… I was just trying to help! I only wanted to check the temperature…”

“Save it,” Grandma interrupted. “I’ve seen how you’ve acted for months—manipulating, making little digs at Josh and his wife, trying to prove you’re the real family member. But that’s not what this business was built on.”

Alice stood frozen, her mouth opening and closing.

“The business,” Grandma continued, “is going to Josh.”

Alice’s face twisted in shock, and she ran out of the house, her tears echoing as the door slammed behind her. The room was still, with only whispered shock running through the family.

Josh and I locked eyes. We had talked about this moment in the past, but never like this.

“Grandma,” Josh said gently, leading me forward. “We’re honored, but we can’t accept the business.”

I nodded, squeezing his hand. “We’ve talked about it, and we have a different suggestion.”

Grandma raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Sell the business,” I suggested. “Use the money to create college funds for all the younger kids in the family. That way, your legacy can help everyone.”

Josh smiled, agreeing. “Exactly. The business should bring the family together, not just go to one person.”

Grandma’s face softened, and she smiled. “That’s exactly the kind of honest opinion I was hoping for.”

She pulled us into a warm hug. “This business was never just about making money; it was about creating joy. And you two understand that.”

Then, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Grandma added, “Oh, and just to clarify—I wasn’t sitting in the kitchen when Alice tried to sabotage your turkey.”

I gasped, bursting into laughter. “Grandma, you clever mastermind!”

“Well,” she winked, “sometimes you have to let people show their true colors. Now, who’s up for ordering Chinese?”

The evening turned into something completely unexpected—and yet, wonderful.

We ended up ordering boxes of Chinese takeout, and our Christmas dinner turned into a casual family feast. It was nothing like we’d planned, but in the end, it was perfect.

“You know,” Josh’s mother said, handing me the last egg roll, “this reminds me of my first Christmas hosting. The pie caught fire, and we ended up having ice cream for dessert.”

Josh’s father laughed. “Best Christmas ever, if you ask me!”

Maria raised her glass. “To new traditions?”

“To new traditions!” everyone cheered.

Later that night, after the last guest had left and Josh and I were cleaning up, he pulled me close. “I’m sorry about Alice.”

I shook my head. “Don’t be. Your grandma was right. Sometimes people need to show their true colors.”

“Still, she’s my sister. I should have seen this coming.”

As I held Josh close, I thought about family, traditions, and how hard it can be to balance the old with the new.

“Maybe she’ll learn from this. And if not…” I shrugged. “There’s always next Christmas.”

Josh smiled. “Next Christmas, but maybe we should go with a potluck.”

As we finished cleaning, I noticed the fortune cookie message on the counter: “Family is not about blood, but about those who hold your hand when you need it most.”

I smiled, feeling truly blessed.

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