The nation gave me Obama as president. I have to endure it for the next 4 years. Hope not 8.
A golf buddy of mine gave his wife a snow blower for Christmas and, I kid you not, he had her name engraved on it. Somehow, they’re still married.
Well that last one doesn’t look so bad...
I remember in 1985, just after I turned 21 - four of my very best friends each bought me a fifth of Jack Daniels, all wrapped up for Christmas. There I was, Christmas morning, unwrapping all this booze in front of my conservative parents. It wasn’t a prank - just coincidental ‘’right of passage’’ gifts. My parents freaked out and the blessed morning turned into an ‘intervention’! LOL!!
Lottery tickets. They were in the trash is seconds. Why would I want to participate in a tax on people who don’t know math?
Nothing is the absolute worst present - an absent present. Ugh!
Worst! Not having Sara for VP.
Best! Not having John for President!!!!!!!
My mother dying on Christmas morning, 1992. It put receiving Christmas presents in a different perspective. That year I didn’t care what I got for gifts.
My husband gave me a soft seat for our main toilet.
The worst gift I've ever gotten?
An AOL free trail disk.
I've never been so insulted.
The dude was calling me an slack jawed moron with no clue aka AOLer.
The worst Christmas gift I ever got was the Christmas gift I never got. Some Christmases come and go and I never receive a present. ***shrugs*** Thats the worst.
Second worst is a soap and a sponge.
Back when I was around 9 or 10 years old (somewhere around that age), one of my mother's best friends (along with her husband and their three daughters) lived way out in the suburbs, and several times a year we'd go out there to visit for the whole day (since they lived so far out).
However one day, mother brought us kids there just to pick up Christmas presents that my Mother's friend had thoughtfully got for us. I had no idea that we were going to get presents from my Mother's friend untill we got there.
When I heard that they had a present for me, I was so incredibly excited. The fact that these wonderful people that I truly loved had a Christmas present for me thrilled me beyond words. I wondered what they got me. For a couple of minutes my mind raced with the images of the thousands upon thousands of fun toys I have seen advertised on television commercials the whole year round, especially this close to Christmas.
Instead, they handed me a package that contained a soap and a sponge. Something that I've NEVER seen advertised on tv. It was probably something they bought off a rack at their local drugstore or something like that (It certainly didnt come from a well known toy store like Toys R Us, thats for sure). The soap was shaped like a baseball, with baseball stitching carved onto it, and the sponge was yellow colored, and shaped like a old type catchers glove. In fact, it you could slip it on your hand just like a glove. I hated sports (then and now), including baseball. I found sports to be quite boring.
No, I dont think they were trying to send me a hint about my personal hygiene, since unlike other kids my own age, I bathed regularly. And I liked it.
BUT, at the time, I really cherished these people who gave me this gift (still do in fact), and as a result, I cherished the gift as well. In fact, I cherished it so much, that I wouldn't get around to using the gift for months. Instead, I would carefully open the hard plastic packaging it was in, just to take it out, and hold my gift, sort of play with it, and then just as carefully put it back inside it's plastic packaging in order to preserve it.
I finally did get around to using the gift in the bathtub, but that was only out of necessity. In preparation for taking a bath one day, I found that we had no more soap left over in our apartment, except for my soap and sponge gift. So I had to use that reluctantly. It was a few more baths before the baseball shaped soap finally was used up, and I still used the sponge glove but I wound up wearing that out and it had to be thrown out.
Again, at the time, I REALLY cherished that gift, and I REALLY cherished the people who gave it to me (still do), but today I look back on it, and I shake my head. Out of all things, out of all the toys in the world, to give to a little kid as a Christmas gift. A soap and a sponge.
Worst gift I ever saw someone get was from my brother for his newly-wed wife. A chocolate bar acquired after a quick trip to the corner store. A Coffee Crisp to be exact. I tried to tell him that just saying he forgot was the wiser move.
I heard about that from my sister-in-law for years after. And yes, they are still married.
Whatever it was, I’ve forgotten it. :’)
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Posted on 12/14/2008 6:33:05 AM PST by JoeProBono
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It was more of a “find” than a gift. It was a letter to my husband of 16 years from his new girlfriend, all about how she was looking forward to their wonderful new life together. When he arrived home that day the closest thing at hand was a claw hammer. If he hadn’t been so embarrassed I would have probably went to jail. But if he’d sent me to jail he wouldn’t have had anyone to babysit his handicapped daughter for him. I still hate the holidays. It’s been six years. He’s married to her now lots of festive drunken family fights for the holidays is what I hear.