My Best (Then Worst) Holiday Memory

I say this was my best and worst holiday memory because at the time it seemed great, but later on the memory was best left forgotten. It was Christmas of either 2001 or 2002 and we had all just finished opening up our gifts...or so I thought. The details are a little fuzzy, but I think my parents told me and my sister to pick up all the wrapping paper and throw it in this big cardboard box. So I was obedient and did as they said, however I didn't look in the box before I started filling it with crumpled, torn wrapping paper. My parents started laughing and told us to look in the box. I looked at the box and was surprised to see that all the wrapping paper was moving, so I dug through it all and found a black puppy at the bottom. Both my sister and I were so happy. I honestly don't remember what breed it was (at the time I didn't really care about what type of dog it was), the fact that it was a dog was good enough. We named her "Lucky", the most ironic name that she could have been given. We soon learned that we weren't so "lucky" because that dog was the spawn of Satan. She wasn't really mean to me, but she bit my dad three or four times and she bit several other men as well. So needless to say we got rid of her several months after that Christmas, making this a bittersweet memory.