I grew up with 2 boys that were my neighbors, sons of fanatical JW parents.
No birthday gifts, no Christmas gifts no anything.
One year when we were around 17 the oldest decided to have a secret Christmas party in his bedroom, there were like 5 of us there, he had acquired a bottle of wine to celebrate.
the mom caught wind and started going apeshit outside the door then the father came home and went completely mental too.
The audacity that their kid might want to celebrate the birth of Christ or something.
The last thing i saw was the father being pushed and falling backwards down the stairs as me and my buddies ran out the front door.
I always felt sorry for those two.
Both became extremely talented musicians, the younger highly sought after drummer trained at Berkley in Boston.