When Rebecca’s mother-in-law, Darlene, goes home to take away her grandchildren’s Christmas presents,

she’s left absolutely speechless. Later, she and her husband, Mark, learn that Darlene did this

because she wanted to teach the couple a lesson… but karma intervenes, making sure that the old woman feels the same way the kids felt.

I never thought that this would be a story I’d tell. I mean, toxic in-laws are practically their own genre,

but what my mother-in-law, Darlene, did this Christmas left me completely speechless.

I’m Rebecca, a mom of three chaotic kids. There’s Caleb (7), Sadie (5), and little Mason (3).

Christmas is a huge deal in our house and has been like this since I was a child. We go all out.

The tree, the decorations, and of course, the gifts. Usually, Darlene shows up with her arms full

of presents for the kids, playing the part of the doting grandma for one day a year.

This time, though, Darlene really outdid herself. Caleb got the new LEGO set that he had been begging for,

and Sadie’s eyeslit up over a princess castle playset. Mason, the little speed demon of the family, zoomed

through the living room on an adorable ride-on toy.

She even threw in stylish clothes for all three kids.

“They need to be photo-ready, Becca,” she told me. “And this way, they all match!”

It was… impressive. I’ll admit it freely.

The kids were ecstatic. They loved being the center of attention, and they played nonstop, showing

off their gifts and parading around in their new clothes.

I thought that maybe this was the year. This was the year that Darlene and I would finally hit a

smooth patch in our relationship.

Spoiler alert: I was so wrong.

Two days after Christmas, the house was still glowing with holiday cheer. It wasn’t anything new—we usually

kept the decorations up until a few days before New Year’s Eve. My kids were in their element, surrounded by the toys they loved.

I even sent Darlene a text, thanking her for the thoughtful presents.

Hi, Darlene! Thank you for spoiling the babies so much this Christmas. You’re appreciated!

Then, the doorbell rang.

“Mom, will you get it?” Caleb asked, dangling a bunch of grapes above Mason’s head.

“On it,” I said. “Just watch that your brother doesn’t choke on a grape, okay?”

I opened the door to find Darlene standing there, gripping three large empty bags.

Her face was bright red, and she looked ready to explode.