For years, MIL used to buy DH and me a jumper each for Christmas. Bless her, the thought was there.
Mine was always an acrylic (the nasty squeaky type) jumper or cardigan in a garish colour (lilac, turquoise sparkle...). Always in a size 14 (I'm a 10).
DH's was also acrylic, usually with some sort of zany pattern or a feature zip, and always a size too small.
Every year they went straight to the charity shop; we never wore a single one. It took years before DH finally plucked up the courage to suggest she kept her money for the grandchildren, and stopped gifting us.