there can be no such thing as a "worst Christmas gift." Not even ...
Posted on 12/07/2008 8:15:32 AM PST by a real Sheila
I saw a blog several years ago asking folks to write about the worst Christmas gift they ever received. It is one of the funniest things I've ever read. Knowing the sense of humor most freepers have, I would like to hear your answers and stories.
Also several years ago, my employer gave every employee a box of chocolate cherries for Christmas! Everyone except one girl HATED those things, so we all gave our boxes to her. She left work that day with her backseat and trunk stuffed with boxes of CCCs.
I remember a year when my parents had very little money and I got one gift, a pair of red pants. Now we have a present that goes around the family and is regifted every year - a can of spotted dick - it’s a British pudding. We had to get rid of the first can because it was starting to bulge and we were afraid someone might decide to eat it so we had to find a another can which we did. My sister in law knitted a cozy for it one year so that travels around the family now too.
My mom gets me the worst gifts. She gets everyone else good ones, but not me.
The past 2 years, she’s gotten me these ugly winter jacket vests. I live in N. California. Our winters are really wet. If it’s cold, it’s usually raining. My family thought they were really funny looking on me.
However, the worst was a few years ago.
She bought me this red, fleece, poncho. My husband and kids thought I looked like Little Red Riding Hood.
I don’t know what she was thinking.
A cravat.
Oh, I forgot. There was a year when my husband had just been laid off work. We had a son age two and we wanted to make another baby. No money - my husband bought me socks and I guess he was trying to make it seem like a bigger gift because he stuffed each sock in a roll of toilet paper and wrapped them separately. I just sat and cried.
This year I got the worst one ever, a property tax bill delinquent after Dec 16th.
Ho Ho Ho !
Red Ryder BB gun. I shot my eye out.
Just kidding.
(MMmmmm Cracker Barrel.)
I assume you sat and cried because your husband did something so sweet and touching, not because you didn’t get a “real” present and wanted to rub his face in it—right? But wait—this is the “worst presents ever” thread...
I was 11 years old and we were pretty broke. I got The Bobsey Twins go to the Country. Meanwhile, I had just finished reading “The Grapes of Wrath”
Yeah, seriously. She should have done some favors for Santa Claus if she wanted bling so badly.
My wife cried when she opened my present to her on our first Christmas together. It was a .22 pistol. A real nice High Standard with a heavy barrel, too.
Lottery tickets. I personally never waste money on “the tax on people who are bad at math”. They were scratched off and in the trash in seconds.
They might as well write on the card, "Here's your present: Nothing!"
There was one year that my MIL bought me a perfume sampler of “classic” perfumes. By classic I think they meant “for women over 90 years old.” I was 30. I think that was the same year she bought me a collection of French soaps. I left thinking I smelled.
The worst gift was from my husband, but it was for Valentine’s Day. He kept telling me for weeks that he found me the perfect gift, how much I was going to love it, how it totally reminded him of me, and on and on and on....
Thinking I had to keep up, I went out and bought him a couple DVD’s and some candy and wrapped it up really nicely (I love wrapping gifts).
Valentine’s Day comes and he opens his gift and said, “Oh. I didn’t get you anything this nice.” WTH? He’s been telling me for weeks how awesome his gift to me is.
I open my gift. It’s a red flower pot with a glitter glaze, fake white daisies in it, and red, glittery puffy heart stakes stuck in it. He said he got it at the gas station. It looked like a gas station gift.
I was gracious and thanked him for it, because, hey, at least he was thinking of me and that’s the main thing. I put it on the entertainment center. Every time I would dust, it would get moved farther and farther back. One day, it was just gone! I didn’t throw it out or move it. I honestly have no idea where it went, but I’m not really that upset it’s gone.
Oh, you bet me by .06 seconds. I shoulda skipped the preview.
I was three, and don’t remember this, but my parents tell the story every year. Apparently, in an effort to get me an early start in the manly arts, they bought me a “Little Carpenter’s Kit.” Real hammer, real saw, real everything, just scaled down for a child.
They couldn’t find me later on, and went looking for me. I was in the dining room, working on the very fancy dining room table. Apparently, I had decided it was too tall, and was cutting the legs down to size. I had managed to get through one, and was halfway through another when I was discovered.
Not a bad gift for me...but they consider it the worst gift ever.
She was very sweet and we got along very well. I miss her since she passed, but I still have the nutcracker and put it out every Christmas.
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