Backfired on her enormously. I made a point of telling everybody how wonderful her gift was because she'd provided the cure for my crippling migraines in it. Which she had, albeit with the intention of telling me I wasn't worth more than a box of old rubbish.
I was still using that gel mask 17 years later. And she was still having to politely smile every time she had a headache, toothache, sore neck or other pain whilst various members of her family asked her if she'd ever tried using a chilled face mask like she gave Mooncup all those years ago.
Bloody excellent! I love it when a PA plan backfires.
Most of hers were pre-teen stuff. One year she gave me one of those plastic handbags in the shape of a rose, that you often see in those little stalls that stand in the thoroughfares of shopping malls. They're the ones that sell the sparkly iphone covers and gaudily-coloured headbands. But the best one was a child's bracelet. I wore it whenever I visited their mother's house for a good few years after that.
I once saw a 'Lady Macbeth's Guest Bedroom Soap' which I thought would have been great were I inclined to respond in kind. Or failing that a chocolate cock, as she's quite a prude. But by that time we'd stopped exchanging 'gifts' and shortly after that even DH lost patience and broke contact. Best thing all round with our first peaceful Christmases in many years!
Guess I'm glad I took the high road in the end because a. I'm a lazy arse who CBA to go to all that effort to make a demonstrative gesture to dickheads, and b: it would have given the impression she'd got under my skin. Gives us a good laugh retrospectively, though!