AITA for giving my daughter a fake Christmas?

I’ll just call my daughter Emma (23f). We used to have a good relationship, but when she moved out and stopped going to church, that changed. My wife and I were disappointed. We put so much into her, and she just spat on us like that? We continued to support her, but we thought it would be best to create some space.<br><br>And then we heard knocking at our door, on a Tuesday, and she asked us for money. I said no. She said she was homeless and asked if she could stay with us. I said no again. Two days later, we heard that same knocking at the door.<br><br>It was a police officer. He said that my daughter had gotten into a fight with another girl at the gas station and “was going to need a place to stay. If she couldn’t stay here, he’d have to take her to the hospital because she broke her hand during the fight and was ‘displaying erratic behavior’”. I decided to let her stay, but I was angry.<br><br>I told her that she was staying in the garage. She asked if I could get her some food. I said no. ‘Make a list, and I’ll get it in the morning’. Back and forth we went. She wanted this and that. I told her she was in no place to make demands. She asked if I could at least give her something for the pain. I said I would, but only if she went to church with me on Sunday. She agreed.<br><br>Sunday went well. I thought things were going in the right direction. The next day I went to the pharmacy and got her pain medication, but I got the store brand. When I got home, she yelled at me for not getting her name brand. I told her that she should be grateful, and that I can take her to the hospital right then and there if she kept it up.<br><br>Surprisingly, she did not yell anymore. She went back to the garage quietly. Later that night, I heard a knock at the door. It was that same cop. He said that he had arrested my daughter for shoplifting. He said it was a misdemeanor, and he’d only have to keep her overnight.<br><br>I told him he could drop her back off here. He did, and she went straight to the garage without a word.<br><br>On the 23rd of December that year, she came to me and asked if I was going to get her a Christmas present. I said that Christmas was for good little girls, and she was anything but. She asked if we were going to get a tree. Again, I said no.<br><br>She went back to the garage and I heard her on the phone a short while later. Someone was at the door, and it was Emma’s boyfriend. I didn’t know she had one! He asked if he could take Emma to his parents’ house for Christmas. I said no. He asked why, and I told him that Christmas was for good little girls, and she was anything but.<br><br>He went back to his car, and my daughter followed him. They talked for a while, and then her boyfriend got in his car and drove off. My daughter cried when he left. I told her that if she behaved herself, she wouldn’t be in the situation she was in.<br><br>Christmas morning comes along, and my wife and I are talking in the kitchen. She asks me if we’re going to fix dinner. I said of course. Emma walks into the kitchen, and she asks us what we are doing. My wife says we’re preparing Christmas dinner. Emma asks why we’re suddenly celebrating Christmas. I told her we never weren’t.<br><br>She asked what I had meant by “Christmas is for good little girls”, and if that meant that she was a good little girl. I said that Christmas was for good Christians, and that I had meant exactly that: Christmas is for good little girls, and since she’s not one, she shouldn’t get any Christmas. She started to cry.<br><br>I told her she was being silly. Christmas was for her too. She wasn’t good, so she doesn’t deserve one. I told her to be quiet and not to project her own failures onto me and my wife. She started wailing. I told her to calm down and get ready for dinner.<br><br>We sat down to eat and she just sat there.<br><br>I asked her what was wrong. She said that she didn’t think she should eat on account of her not being a good little girl. I told her to stop being so dramatic and just eat. She burst into tears and ran into the garage.<br><br>My wife told me that I was being unreasonable, that she was just trying to celebrate Christmas. I told her that she needed to learn to be more thankful, and to show more appreciation.<br><br>AITA?