whats the worst gift you have ever recieved?

[debilorrah]

Ok that IS bad. Some of these posts are horrid! Did some of these people have Alzheimer's?

 

[PotterWatch]

Every year my step mil gives my kids a christmas tree ornament. We're Jewish.

 

[debilorrah]

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Rouch. Maybe she doesn't really get that there is no Christmas tree.... Start giving her a manorah. (sp)

 

[PotterWatch]

Nah she knows we don't celebrate it in any way, she just thinks that because my husband (her stepson) isn't Jewish that the kids should still get Christmas stuff. No skin off my nose!

 

[debilorrah]

How strange some people are.

 

[Chicken Boo]

Ok, send them my way. I onced dreamed about getting 19 pairs of socks for my birthday, and it was a happy dream. I don't know why I want socks so much- Like some women (and dogs) crave shoes?


My DH said that he knew he was a grown up when he was happy to get socks and underwear for Christmas.

 

[flakey chick]

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The wierd thing is I was still a teenager when I had that sock dream.

 

[RoxyOtis]

Ok this wasn't me but it was my cousin.......for christmas one year our whole extended family did a present exchange and my 18 year old male cousin,Ben, got a half-burnt candle

no joke. Seriously what are some people thinking???

 

[debilorrah]

I would have to agree - yo can get better than half a burnt candle at the dollar store!!!!

 

[Balfour Girl]

Once I belonged to a sorority where we had secret sisters. One gift I received was a kitchen whisk with a red ribbon tied around the handle, straw inside in the bottom of it, two plastic eggs on the straw and a plastic penguin holding the "bars" like it was in jail. I thought the gal I'd received it from was a young, poor, somewhat simple member of our group, so I joked about the tacky gift with one of my good friends. On Revealing Day I discovered that my good friend, who'd listened to me call the gift tacky, was actually my secret sister. Let's just say that my head started buzzing and people were staring at me as I turned very white, then very red. Luckily my good friend is still a good friend. I also learned that day that it doesn't matter what the gift is if you love the giver and know that it was given with good intentions. Too many of the 17 pages of stories I've read tonight here were insensitive or malicious gifts and I'm sorry for all of you who were on the receiving end... best wishes to all of you for a happy, healthy rest of your lives.