Worst Christmas gift ever RECEIVED?

It's getting to be that time of year again so I was wondering what "jaw droppers" have you found under the tree in years past.

For me it was a winter jacket my stepfather gave me when I was working in a lumber after the Army and before going back to school. This thing looked like down jacket (God only knows what was on the inside) but there was a 1/2 inch layer of clear plastic like material on the outside. Not only was it firetruck red and it went almost down to my knees I imagined how this thing was manufactured (no big Greenie am I) and the direct damage it had to have done to the environment. This one jacket alone might have caused the punch through the ozone layer and they don't make just one of those things.

My folks have drop some bombs on me before but that one took the cake.

I found other ways to stay warm working outside 10 hours a day in the cold winter months.

as a kid, my Aunt was selling it. Alas, I ddin't save them as the Avon stuff was in the shape of Snoopy and Charlie Brown and now they're quite collectable.

Got it in 1980 - This was the Village People movie, yes THAT Village People

I was a rock solid Black Sabbath / Alice Cooper fan. Yeech.

I got a Barry Manilow album from my Mom once, and my music tastes were basically the same as yours at the time...Oh well, they meant well (I think...that or she was trying to get me away from Black Sabbath which is possible)...

Ended up using the album for a slingshot target (no shit)...

who the f*** gave it to you? Didn't they know you?

I was 9 or 10 and when he gave them to me I thought I was soooooooooooo cool.

Just after we finished and we took our stuff upstairs he comes up to me and says,"you really don't even know who there are (I knew they were and ROCK BAND!) and you really don't listen to them (not until THEN!) so let me have them"

I still bag on him to this day about it.

It had three legs, was ustable, and it was the UGLIEST baby poop beige plastic cover I've ever seen...

I live in dread of ever seeing anything that ugly again.

Laura

need I say more?

:wtf:?????
My sil plays golf.
I don't.
He gave me a golf glove.
"In case you decide to start."
I love the guy, but????????

he wants you on the golf course

My niece gave it to me, even though it's ugly as sin. I do bring it out when she comes to visit, though, because I'd cut my own b***s off before I'd hurt her feelings. :silly:

are a very sweet person. :)

when I was 10. I never liked Madonna or gave any impression that I did. I put it up in my room so I wouldn't hurt her feelings. It was creepy going to sleep every night with Madonna "vougue-ing" and staring at me.

unfortunately, my last (and first) facial at this place resulted in some type of skin disease that looked like impetigo and lasted for six weeks.

I didn't want to hurt my husband's feelings (though I can't believe he didn't remember my disease-ridden face) so two years later I'm using the certificate as a bookmark.

I was 10 years old. At the time I was in my second month as a boy scout. We had a christmas party and a big grab-bag where kids bought toys and put them in a garbage bag and everyone got to pick their toy out.

Kids were getting great gifts. Action figures, cars, dolls, ect.

Know what I picked out?

Know what some kid decided to purchase and place in the grab bag?

The worst gift ever.

What was it?

A Transformers (remember that show?) SOAP DISH!!!!

A freakin' soap dish. IT didn't even transform. It was just a soap dish.

:mad:

I'm still upset thinking about it.

But that's too funny!

Maybe the wombat wasn't all THAT bad! :P

Gad, buried memory resurfaces. Ok, it was about 1966 or so, I was about 7. GI Joes were big then, both popular and larger in size. I wante done. Todd Coffey across the street had one. I asked and asked and asked. What did I get for my bithday? A Ken doll in a sailor suit! :wow: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.


I think he went on to join the Ken doll version of the Village People.

Too funny

my older brother gave me a beautifully wrapped old tennis shoe, and I mean a ratty old, mow-the-yard tennis shoe, with a penny inside.

It was about a poor kid who got made fun of because of what his mother was ABLE to buy him. He got in a fight and got his jaw broken.

I felt very guilty opening every gift I got.

One from my mom, the other from my sister-in-law. The sad part is this was the after the craze had died! We were poor that year and the 99 cent discount store had them on sale.

So I had no choice but to take my pets swimming...

You wear that and people want to kick your ass.

Go figure.

:mad:

An awful, art-deco style, large, poly resin statuette of a belly dancer. This from my HUSBAND, who is supposed to know better! When I asked him "what were you thinking?!" (I couldn't even pretend to like it), he just grinned sheepishly and said "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

It is still standing in my living room, because I'm afraid he'll be crushed if I throw it out. I do hide it when I have company, however.

a "gift" from my brother,when I was 12 and he was 10...but it's the thought that counts,right?:)

size 11 underwear from my brand new sister in law. I guess she thought I had a big a___. I never quite forgave her.

There is one gift I can count on like the sunrising.....socks and towels.

And I don't even like Jello.

You got boxes of jello? Oh that is sad.

I would pay to have a picture of the expression I must have had.

When I was in the 3rd grade we had a gift exchange. Boys would buy a gift for a girl and the girls would buy a gift for a boy.Then you'd pick out one of the wrapped presents and open it up in front of the class. Guess who got it? Very humiliating for an 8 year old boy, I must way. Not scarred for life, but...if I ever find out who did that...

When I opened this gift, I had a look of horror on my face that my husband still remembers 8 years later. I ended up giving this thing to charity.

Another bad gift was given to me on my 13th birthday. It was a book of short stories by James Thurber. I do not know why my uncle thought this was an appropriate gift for a teenage girl.

Okay, I know a science geek like me should be thrilled, but here's why I cringe when I look at it.

First, the guy who bought it spent a LOT of money that I know he didn't have. And he's got a new baby to support ... I'd much rather he'd spent the cash on treats for his family than on me.

Second, it weighs a ton, takes up a lot of room, and is fragile. I've got no space in my office (and plus with so many others sharing the space it could easily get snitched or damaged), so it's at home, gathering dust. If I move (as I likely will several times in the near future) it's going to be difficult to ship cross-country, especially when I'm trying to "travel light".

Third, I worry about its history. There is no background info and I don't even know where (or from which rock stratum) it was extracted. This makes it all but useless for scientific purposes, so not many museums will want it for exhibit (the usual thing I do with valuable fragile exotic gifts). You know all the stuff about artifacts being stolen from Iraq? There is also an international black market for fossils, crystals, and meteorites ... this could well be stolen property.


what makes it especially awkward is that I'm still in touch with the giver, and I know he's kind of dismayed that I don't have a high-powered academic job yet, and my own office where I can put cool stuff like the fossil.

sigh.

it was hideous...

My mother -in-law gave it to me and told me that when she saw it she thought of me immediately because the woman had immense hips and she thought I would relate somehow....

She also gave me some left over jello molds and she has given us back gifts my husband gave her and his dad as a young man...

when you pulled the trigger the hat tilted back and made a funny sound. It came with a shitty too small cowboy hat, crappy vinyl chaps and plastic spurs.........I was 11...I went outside and shot it to hell with my bb gun

Fake nail-polish, edible lip-stick, and bubble-gum-scented perfume.

From my Irish grandmother, aka The Manipulative Bitch from Hell.

This would have been kind of cute - had I not been twenty-six-years-old, married, working full time, a graduate student, and a member of the SDS!

Danielle Steele's poetry. Thanks Mom....:puke:

gave me for Christmas when I was 10. A guitar without strings, my father figured I wouldn't make any noise that way. I got even with him because I got drumsticks for my birthday and drummed on the back of the guitar.

I can't believe no one else got that; like you're all angels or sumpin'.

when he was a kid. Bad year I guess.

Okay some of you would like that. But I am 45 and more of an antique/junk type person. So why my son thought I'd like this crystal dragon was beyond me.

Until he explained it was his Chinese Sign. Ooooh, sweet, I get it.

As in .. it was a fucking rock....

I was home for Christmas and went over to my cousin's house for a visit. Apparently they weren't 'expecting' me and didn't want me to know that. So instead they scrambled around for something to 'give' me, which I could care less if I got anything or not.

Anyway, when it came time to give out the gifts, there was a lovely small package all wrapped up with my name on it. Unfortunately, I didn't open it until latter, when I found out it was a beautiful but empty bottle of perfume.

fresh dog shit from my father. no joke, no pun. I was 11 and have never forgotten it. Probably explains a lot, eh?

Too funny.

One "D" cell flashlight battery.

Why? Even he couldn't remember why........

my mother and I were constantly arguing about my hair. I favored the then-popular long flip, but my mother's tastes in hairstyles were stuck in 1960, and anything other than a football helmet bouffant style was unacceptable to her. To make it worse, my grandmother, who lived with us, was entirely on my mother's side and was constantly making snide comments about my hair.

Their Christmas gift to me that year was a home permanent kit, and they laughed triumphantly when I opened it.

All in all, it was a miserable Christmas, because I didn't get a single thing that was on my wish list, and I got lots of stuff that I hated. That was probably the depths of my teenage "no one understands me" phase.

gave me what I thought was a cute Snoopy figure. I don't collect them but who can mind a Snoopy. However then she had to add this comment, I don't know why we couldn't sell it on e-bay.

So I threw it out.

he wanted so bad a computer so i gave it to him, and i was telling him what i wanted so bad one little puppy, i was sure he was going to gave me... but he just gave me lots of kisses... coz that was his love for me!!!! i was so disappointed!!! i didn't mind to use money in his gift, but i thought that he wanted to show his love the other way...

shirt with long long collar and lots of white buttons on the big cuffs and puffed sleeves in between ... to be topped off with something resembling a long-waisted oatmeal-colored 'vest' ... that was c.1970 ... when JC Penney thought they had 'captured' the street look :puke: on the racks ... I'm sure she meant well, and thought she had 'found' just the right present ... I never took them out of their boxes ...

OMG - about 12 years ago when I called my late Mom to see if she remembered - she STILL had them!!! they had stayed in the boxes all that time ... I wore the shirt and pants out on Halloween c. 1992.

My mom was special like that.