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Always involves clothes. Always. Everything else is pretty solid and simple, usually just money and giftcards now.

Haha, a bread knife? Thought counts and all that jazz right?

A computer game from my mother-in-law...

1) It was a game from around 1998 so it's already outdated and dull...

2) It was for Windows XP and I have OS X on a PPC iBook so it WON'T work.

Even though I tel her DAILY that Windows apps do not run on Mac's (at least they don't natively).

We exchange gifts on the night of the 24th here but dont really care for the whole christmas deal, so i figured what the hell.
Luckily I've never got the first 2, but my cousins did...

Socks
Boggle
Aftershave (lolwut)
blank cds (lolwut part 2)

I have gotten a few bad gifts.

One year, my brother gave me a single gift--a coupon that he made that entitled me to one free computer assembly by him. I could pick out all the parts, order them, and pay for them myself, and when they got there he would put them together into a computer for me. This was an especially bad gift because I didn't want a new computer at the time and if I did, I could assemble it myself.

I got a plaque from my Aunt once that had some cheesy prayer and my name engraved on it. On the back there was a button that, when pressed, played "Amazing Grace."

Although this doesn't count because it's technically a birthday gift (but my birthday is January 9), I got another bad gift from my brother--a gift I gave him for Christmas that he hadn't even opened. He just rewrapped it and put my name on it.

I pray I do not get a twin set. My mothers lives and breaths them.

My life has been filled with the horror of twin sets since I can remember.

Love getting socks though.

Worst ever? The ones I didn't appreciate. This, of course, was my fault, not that of the well-meaning giver.

Strangely, perhaps justly, I recall every one of those I didn't appreciate: the blue and white striped shirt and socks I got when I was five, the remote controlled space car I got when I was eight, the baseball history books I got when I was thirteen, the bear I received from a girl who told me she was my secret Santa, only to find out years later that she actually had a crush on me.

Yes, I have been a fool.

I recently received a silver coin featuring Ronald Reagan. Despite my opinion of Reagan's policies during the time, I appreciated it immensely. Indeed, it was really the thought that counted. (For the record, it was for my birthday, not Christmas

Of course, I hate getting Christmas cards, especially e-cards. They're usually forgettable at best, deplorable at worst, and almost always a waste of paper. Once in a while, however, there's that diamond that makes me rethink my opinion about cards. This is a seldom occurrence. By and large, these are the worst Christmas presents I get. I try to appreciate them, just the same.

Worst ever. Hmmmm....

I got an e-card of Rudolph crashing into a window. From at least 20 people. No amount of Wellbutrin can make up for that.

Then there was the Sweater Massacre of 1983. I received not one, not two, but 9 sweaters from 9 different people. I have since concluded that I did something to piss off my family that year.

Well, wrttnwrd, at least they weren't all the SAME awful sweater. And at least they weren't twin sets from Cooper's mom!

You know, I do believe that all gifts should count somehow -- but still...a plaque that plays "amazing grace"!? That's just not right.

I'm still reeling from JoeLencioni's re-gifting brother

Worst gift ever?

E-Cards. I like to think that someone got real lazy in doing things and just went ahead and slapped something together anyway. So much for the sincerity of things.

I like having clothes for Christmas, sure it ain't high tech, but no one in my family can afford those things in the first place. Plus most of them have decent fashion tastes so I don't have to buy clothes for another year, saving my money for the high tech toys I buy for myself every Christmas. :)

i think the worst gift ever is not getting any.

that ought to count for something right?

@Jia: That's right up there with coal. ;-)

The "Hot Topper"

Picture if you will the happy newlyweds, its their first Christmas. The husband (me) open his gift from his new father-in-law.

Jokingly we laugh about the seventies era looking box for something called the "Hot Topper". Where the hell did he get this box? We thought amusedly.

"Karin...."

"Yes Steve (me)?"

"Its not just a box, he gave me a Hot Topper"

WTF was he thinking. Basically the Hot Topper had an area where a stick of butter went to be melted, and then manually sprayed on things. I was in my twenties and much more fitness oriented. We both scoffed at it.

Funny thing is...

15 years later, I wonder where that thing is, it could come in handy. Sometimes gifts take a few decades to truly appreciate.

I got a big serving spoon from my then boyfriend. I knew the relationship was doomed.

Worst gifts gotta include the year I spent losing weight and finally achieving it-- only to get clothes that were in my old size.

The promise of a new MacBook from my dad, only for him to decide he wants it for himself and that I can have his two-year-old PPC iMac instead.

A suitcase. I was 13, and didn't understand that it was a necessary evil so we could go to Disney World in March. I still hate that stupid suitcase.

Well I've gotten quite a few bad christmas gifts-my grandmother got me a doll made of shells when I was 15, My big brother got me a day by day CAT calendar, my OTHER older brother got me a elmo's potty training video(thought he was funny) a plastic watch, and a calculator

Oh! I forgot one. When I was five my little sister got me cat treats....my kittie had been diead for days