Worst Christmas Present You Ever Got?

[Liberalynn]

My aunt bought me a Lawerence Welk album when I was six, and my sister a Glen Campbell one. :silly: I suppose it was the thought that counts.

What was your worst Christmas gift?

[edbermac]

1. Not getting one at all.

x(

[Liberalynn]

2. That does suck.

:hug:

[edbermac]

5. Especially from a parent.

For a few years, but he's improved now. He had problems for a while.

[SPKrazy]

3. i got a vacuum cleaner once

thrilled me no end :eyes:

i guess that wasn't so bad :think:

:hi:

[Liberalynn]

6. LOL.

Just what you always wanted. ;)

[Parche]

9. That Sux...

:shrug: :hi:

[Liberalynn]

13. That reminds me

I read someplace that Electra Lux actually had the slogan

"nothing suxs [sp} like an Electra Lux" but then they decided they better change it.

[CTyankee]

43. So did I. From the man I was married to. Then.

I started divorce proceedings in the months following that gift!

[Rising Phoenix]

4. I Do what the voices in my head tell me....t-shirt

the year I was diagnosed bipolar

OR

a medical encylcopedia when I was 14 so I could "make up" more diseases....

same person

but I love him to death...still

[Liberalynn]

7. Friends and Family!

Yes, its good to keep on loving them any way! :hug:

[Rising Phoenix]

11. I can't but help it

they are always there for me!

[bicentennial_baby]

8. omg, i remember that story!!!

T or M? :o

[Rising Phoenix]

10. T

and his son and wife are doing great....liam and I are kindred spirits....art and music, thats all we want

[begin_within]

12. An etiquette book by Letitia Baldridge

My stepmother gave all three of us (dad's kids) copies of it... sort of an unspoken judgement that we weren't raised right. We pretended to like them, but secretly laughed about it.

[Liberalynn]

14. It's good you were able to laugh about it.

:hug:

[Lydia Leftcoast]

15. The year that I was sixteen, I made up a list of things I wanted

It included specific books, records, and types of clothes that were fashionable at the time.

I didn't get a single thing on my list.

What I got was an instant hair setter, some ugly clothes, bedroom slippers (which I don't wear and have never liked to wear), and a book that was the teenage equivalent of a Harlequin romance.

The instant hair setter was a volley in my mother's War on Lydia's Hair. This was the era of long, straight hair, and my mother was convinced that I needed to have short and curly hair, which is impossible for me without a pretty strong perm. The instant hair setter was equally impossible, because the spikes on the curlers kept getting tangled in my tresses.

Teenagers always feel misunderstood, but I felt REALLY misunderstood that Christmas.

[Liberalynn]

16. I don't blame you for feeling misunderstood.

My parents were always after me about my hair being too long too so I can relate. :hug:

[Madrone]

17. Sex toys. Sex toys. And more sex toys.

I was ... I dunno, 18? I started dating a man exactly 14 years and one day older than myself when I was 17. "Ran away" from home (abusive household) and moved in with him. Over time the relationship developed problems - I think he just plain didn't like women. We had some serious issues, some of which included various forms of abuse.

He went to AZ to see his family for Christmas, and I stayed behind. I had a job and for the first time was able to do nice things for him - I put SO much thought and SO much effort in choosing the perfect gifts. From a beautiful (and expensive) set of Noritake goblets to match his beautiful Noritake china to a joke gift of some cans of Pringles wrapped nicely in a shoebox. (We always fought over the Pringles, so he got his VERY OWN for Christmas) I got a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve (FREE!), bought a shitload of decorations, and got the damned thing up to our 3rd floor apartment myself. I put a stocking for him on the mantle, I decorated the tree, wrapped the presents and placed them lovingly beneath.

He called me multiple times per day - telling me how much he loved me, how much he thought of me, how much he wanted nothing more than to have me there with him. He told me he was having so much fun shopping and buying me fabulous things - things he couldn't wait to give me and express how REAL everything he was feeling was. Everything he said was PERFECT, and I felt so honored, so special, and so excited to see him again - and see all of these fabulous things he was SO excited to give me.

So he gets back - I'm thrilled for him to see what I've gotten him. Then it's my turn. Present after present after present - all sex toys. Vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads, feathers, dildos, handcuffs - and more. Much more. I got QUITE an education that Christmas. And I got nothing else. There was not ONE item I received that wasn't sexual. Okay - so the first 15 minutes or so of that was kind of funny and fun and interesting, but by the end I was left with a sinking, heart wrenching feeling and the certainty that all I was to him was indeed, a sex toy. It was a horrible feeling, and one I'll never forget.

[Manifestor_of_Light]

18. Hooked on Classics album.

My sister got it for me.

I've studied and loved classical music for decades, studied two instruments for a quite a few years, played in orchestras for 15 years, and I got "Hooked on Classics" which is little snippets of classical pieces, with a disco beat under it.

Just like those "50 Great Moments in Music" for people with short attention spans, only worse. Grandma had that one. Blech.


AGGGHHH!!!! Boy did I have to stifle myself, because we were best friends.

[Liberalynn]

44. Having to keep your true reaction under wraps is hard.

:hug:

[Manifestor_of_Light]

19. Another candidate:

My parents got me an exercise bicycle. They got two on some kind of deal and gave me one. I never rode it because the seat didn't have enough padding, and I don't like exercise bikes.

I didn't ask for it and I thought they were implying I was too fat. I was fat, but they could have at least asked me what kind I wanted. They didn't ask me what sort of exercise equipment I wanted, if I wanted any. I would have much preferred a treadmill.

[Liberalynn]

45. Can't say I am fond of exercise bikes either.

Those seats really are killers.

:hug:

[msanthrope]

20. Purple pantyhose with matching back seams and

tassels at the ankle....

A friend of mine gave them to me so that I could wear them to "excite 'husband'." I love this friend, dearly---but she's well known for buying white elephants.

(Okay--that year, she also bought "Jock Rocks" for all of her male friends.)

[Liberalynn]

46. Oh dear

:rofl:

[Beausoir]

21. I was 20 and my hot boyfriend bought me a set of pots and pans.

Ooooh. He has never forgotten my wrath. He still feels it to this day.

[Liberalynn]

47. You should have bonked him on the head with one.

Just kidding. ;)

[RadiationTherapy]

22. SEX! My mom NEVER knows what to get me!!

[SeattleGirl]

23. An ugly-ass "fou-fou" nightie.

First off, I am not a "fou-fou" girl.

Second, I was absolutely, totally, completely single.

Third, I lived in a drafty old house where we all wore layers of clothing to bed.

Ugh! I hated the damn thing!

[Manifestor_of_Light]

25. do you mean frou-frou? As in frilly, with ruffles?

Or are you talking about one of those awful baby doll nylon jammies?

Baby Dolls were supposed to be sexy in the fifties. short, ruffled sleeveless top with length a little below waist, with ruffly bikini panties. All see through. Blech.

[Heidi]

24. An aunt that we were meeting for the first time,

when my sister and I were eight and nine years old, gave us each a big, ol' honkin' bottle of Jungle Gardenia perfume. :yoiks:

[mr blur]

26. A beer-making kit. I don't drink. (nt)

[Phentex]

27. A jade pig...

from a supposed boyfriend.

[annonymous]

28. A dictionary I had to share with my sister.

I had this aunt that was into giving educational presents that had to be shared. A few years later, my brothers received an atlas they had to share from this same aunt. The worst thing is that my Mom insisted my sister and I write separate thank you notes.

[LibDemAlways]

29. Back when I was an 8th grade teacher, I got a

vibrator from a student. I kid you not.

[zabet]

Tell us what the

ensuing parent/teacher
conference was like. ;)

[LibDemAlways]

36. There wasn't one. After Christmas the kid asked how I liked

the foot massager, so I assume that's what he thought it was.

[proud2BlibKansan]

30. A marijuana necklace

I was teaching 1st grade and one of my kids brought me this necklace that looked like a marijuana leaf. It had a little red dot on it so I think it was supposed to be holly but it sure looked liked reefer. The teacher down the hall had this kid's sister and she got a marijuana pin. And her DH was a cop who said, yes that is definitely marijuana jewelry.

[Lyric]

31. The year my Mom's purse got stolen right before Christmas.

She had $400 in it, tucked into a bank envelope, that had been withdrawn from the "Christmas Club" account she'd been paying into slowly and painfully all year. She left her purse in her car while she was running into the drycleaning store where she worked to pick up her last paycheck before Christmas. When she came back out, the purse was gone. The police found it 3 days later in a trash can downtown. Everything was there, except for the bank envelope with the money.

She had been planning to pay the electric bill out of her paycheck, but she wound up having to pay half of the bill instead, and use the other half (about $60) to buy what she could for her 3 kids for Christmas. The one present I remember getting that year was one of those cheap cardboard-and-plastic chess games. We had hot dogs for Christmas dinner--we were joking around about the relish and ketchup being festively red and green, as I recall. And the $!@^&*% jerks at the electric company shut off our power on the 29th of December. I guess paying half and explaining what happened just wasn't good enough. Happy Holidays to you too, Allegheny Power.

That was the worst Christmas I can recall.

[auntAgonist]

35. I can't imagine how your Mother kept it all together ....

I guess we don't know what strength we have inside us until we are struck by adversity.

I'm really sorry you have that memory of a Christmas gone by. May the years coming, erase the sadness and fill your heart with joy.

aA
kesha

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

32. With respect, I think I win the prize

I was 10. I weighed whatever a 10-year-old weighs who is not morbidly obese or underfed. I was still in my tomboy phase. My addled elderly great-aunt gave me a pair of queen-sized pantyhose. She also gave me the same book she'd given me the year before, but I could live with that.

[zingaro]

34. Wow.

I think you *do* win. Bless her heart and all but still, wow.

[av8rdave]

33. For years while I was in the military...

My mother was convinced I needed white dress shirts (I didn't). I got lots of them every Christmas for years. It is the thought that counts.

[Xipe Totec]

37. well...

[baldguy]

38. My girlfriend got me a sweater

So did my parents, each of my two sisters, my brother & his wife, my godparents and my boss.

Six sweaters - nothing else.

[judaspriestess]

39. a hideous recycled scarf that smelled like perfume

as if someone had worn it. This of course came from my ex's mother who is a TOTAL jerk so it was not a surprise.

[Jade Fox]

48. The obviously re-cycled gifts are the worst.....

because they are so insulting.

In my office Secret Santa exchange a couple of years ago I got a gift that smelled of moth balls. I could barely keep from commenting on it. That the giver couldn't bring herself to spend the required ten-dollars-or-less on me, and just dug something up out of the basement (and thought I was too stupid to notice all this) was truely insulting.

[THUNDER HANDS]

40. i got a Transformers soap dish when I was, like, 12

it didn't transform. It was just a soap dish.

[Deep13]

41. George W. Bush

http://archives.cnn.com/2000/ALLPOLITICS/stories/12/13/gore.ends.campaign/index.html

[Dulcinea]

42. A preppy navy blue blazer.

In college, I was going through a punk/New Wave phase, & my mother thought I needed to look more studious. That ugly thing hung in my closet until a girl in my dorm appropriated it for a theater production.

[Drum]

49. When I was a teen, early 80's: an ABBA album from my parents.

:eyes:

Apparently I wasn't turning the AC/DC up quite loudly enough in the house for the genre message to get through. I made the 'rents agree to never buy me music again.

:D