What is the worst Christmas present you ever received?

[Newdad19]

In the spirit of helping others prevent the same mistakes... what is the worst Christmas present you ever received?

Mines has to be the sculpted hand photo frame I received one year... that looked like someone's decapitated hand that held a photo for you in its palm

@DavidDevantsSpiritWife

Many years ago exH bought me a beautiful personalised artisan leather makeup bag. Only problem was it was personalised with the OW's name. The one he gave her was personalised with my name.

I can laugh about it now but I've had better Christmas mornings

@DavidDevantsSpiritWife you win!

Nowhere near as bad as these but a woven phone bag (literally a cross body bag for a phone). I was about 9 and didn't have a phone.

From an ex, a cheap body wash set for my 18th. For his birthday I had taken him out and bought him some PlayStation games he'd wanted. Not terrible but I later discovered it was one of his mums cast offs.

@earsup

A mountain of stupid plastic games...e.g. Kerplunk, Buckeroo etc.. from a couple of wealthy friends....I gave the lot away to charity ... I am 57 with no small children...couple also no children....such a waste of money....I need to hint very strongly about this year !!

Why on earth did they think you would want those?

Christmas with the in-laws……(as if that wasn’t bad enough already)…..MIL handing out presents…..SIL got jewellery, her daughters got some clothes and toys….. BIL & DH got clothes, whisky…..MIL turns to me, beaming “we didn’t know what to get you” - so I got nothing!!!!!

Two, different years but both from MIL.

A single boxed hankie. The hankie had gone yellow and all the sides and corners of the gold paper covered box lid were scuffed and worn away.

When I first met DH I was a size 10 but still bigger than his sister. Fast forward three years, his siter had got married, had a baby and was a size 14. My Christmas present - a static making nylon maroon underslip. In size 18. MIL had got one for SIL too, but she couldn't bear to acknowledge that I was by then considerably smaller (still a 10) than SIL.

A card inscribed with the message “I promise to buy you £100 of new clothes when you’ve lost weight”

@LouLou789

A card inscribed with the message “I promise to buy you £100 of new clothes when you’ve lost weight”

Omfg

@Juniper68

He was immediately dumped!

My mum got me a bottle of Sebamed antibaterical face (acne)wash when I was about 13. I didn't have acne. It was my only Xmas present. It was about £2. No shortage of money.

Mine was a metronome. My mother was a great one for thinking that presents should be useful, not fun or merely for enjoyment.
Yes, a fucking metronome as "It would be useful for your piano lessons"

My step mum worked in a charity shop so we usually got presents from there. One year I got a set of two mugs (I don't really drink hot drinks), a set of wine glass charms and a little box of four fake flowers - no idea what they were for. All went on freecycle.

A pack of panties from my mil, with the comment that she’d bought them, but they were too tight, so she thought they might fit me (who took a size larger than she did). I took them home and just looked at the pack, wondering which pair she had tried on, then put them in the bin!

Another year she gave me a box of Ferrero Rocher. When I opened my parcel she said that she was sorry, but she’d forgotten that I don’t like them, so she might as well have them back (as she grabbed them out of my hands), because they were her favourites!

This thread is absolutely hilarious, and tragically sad at the same time.
Should be nominated for classics

This thread is actually pretty sad.

I would much rather have nothing than something that means absolutely nothing to the giver. There's a difference between being a bit deluded about what makes a welcome gift, and making someone question why you're thought so little of.

In my early teens my aunt gave me a copy of Pamela Anderson's book 'How To Be A Complete Bitch'. Over 40 years ago now and I have not forgotten opening it and trying to pretend I didn't mind.

A pair of Odoreaters !!

@Redshoeblueshoe > Our posts crossed, no criticism involved.

A kitchenaid mixer, with every single attachment wrapped individually. Bastard ex was mocking me the whole time. That was my only present.

A cat handbag from MIL- as in a stuffed cat that was also a handbag. I was late 20s no kids. She got the same thing for our 9 year old niece. My own daughters now play with it.

Oh also my mother insists on buying me clothes that are a size too small after 3 kids, every year. And they’re almost always not my style and also not cheap. Then she gets in a stink when I don’t immediately wear them. Even though I have pointed out many times now I don’t wear that size any more. Last year she told me to do more Zumba then. Thanks mum.

A fluffy, hairy poncho type thing. It made me look like a baby penguin. I was 22, it was not the look i was going for. It was the first year i was honest with DM and said I'm sorry but I'm not keen. She took it back to the shop, which had closed, went to another branch and exchanged it for a handbag which she kept for herself. She gave me a really hard time about that so I've just accepted everything with a smile now. It really was awful though.

Ped egg foot cheese grater thing

@Ermmmmname

There’s a tie for worst with mine and they’re both secret Santa’s. First was in school and the boy I had a crush on was my secret Santa and he got me some almost past their sell by date lemon after eights. The other one was a work one and after watching everyone open lovely thoughtful presents, I opened mine to find one of those magnetic wig toy things but it was lady parts.

Say WHAT ? I don’t understand the “magnetic wig” bit, never mind the “lady parts” ..?

Not me, but my father is a little bit unusual. One year when I was about 10 he spent a lot of effort choosing tins of fish from the supermarket for my mother’s Christmas present. Because she liked fish. I thought it was a brilliant idea, until my mother said years later that she would have preferred a bottle of perfume, and that it was hard to tell which was her present and which were the cats that Christmas Day. This was the father that got my 3 year old sister a full on pocket knife one year. I was so jealous.

Merkin is the name for that.

A door handle.

New, in the cardboard packet, bought because it was a bargain.