Worst christmas gift you ever got

[Demonpenz]

My grandpa god bless him. Was a bi-polor crazy mother. He was just crazy. He was from the ukraine he had been in a concetraction camp in WW2 still had the scars well he bought me some soap for my 9th christmas. I loved the guy and I went over and hugged him. He barely spoke english and was crazy as hell but he was family. Sadly he died not too long after but that moment and my teary eyes after are caught on tape and are still laughed about in my family. What was the worst gift you ever got. On a strange sidestory my other grandpa who was cool as hell was a Med in WW2 and it made for some interesting get togethers!

[stumppy]

One Christmas when I was about 12 all I got for Christmas was a stocking cap and a pair of jersey gloves.



We were poor.

[Baby Lee]

Originally Posted by KILLER_CLOWN

I was 8 when we headed over to my grandpa's who was about 5 years into alzheimers. He gave both me and my sister a dress and told my mom it was for her 2 daughters. I understood he was "Sick" so i sent him a thank you card, man was that tough because my mom told him to get me Rockem Sockem Robots and i got a dress instead.

I remember when my great-grandfather meant to give me a quarter, but gave me a Susan B. Anthony dollar instead.
Stupid kid that I was, I exclaimed "Cool!! A dollar."
The 'rents figure that kind of wealth could only go to my head, and insisted I give G-Gramps back the pecunium.

[KC Jones]

One of my older sisters (the "creative" one) once gave everyone sweatshirts that she had custom torn and then glued sequins and other crap on and splashed paint on them. This was circa 1988-89, but even in the flash dance era there was no reason for men to go around looking like thrift store versions of tacky NJ jewish women:



A few years later she got my brother and I 12" GI Joes...

which would have been cool and all but at the time I was 21 and he was 24. She said they would be collectors items one day.

[Jenson71]

About three years ago (I would have been 16), my grandma got me (and all the other grankids) a stuffed animal. It was a stuffed moose with wooden legs. Everyone was asking "what the hell...?" and she said she didn't know what we'd do with it, use it as a footrest of something. See it was bad, and the kicker is, she knew it was.

[Baby Lee]

I just thought of one that was bad based on my particulars.
Entertainment 2004 coupon book.
Most of the coupons were BOGO or some variant thereof.
But I'm single, so if I'm eating alone, the coupons are worthless. And if I'm on a date, I'm d@mn sure not gonna pull out a huge coupon book in from of the baby-doll.
Pulled that effer out of my glove compartment a few weeks back completely unused.

[BucEyedPea]

I can't remember anything as a bad gift.
But I may have given one.

This was in the 1990's: I gave my "enviro" brother some rainforest underwear that I personally made. I even sewed a rubber snake onto it. I'm the "creative" type too.

[Jenson71]

Originally Posted by Baby Lee

I just thought of one that was bad based on my particulars.
Entertainment 2004 coupon book.
Most of the coupons were BOGO or some variant thereof.
But I'm single, so if I'm eating alone, the coupons are worthless. And if I'm on a date, I'm d@mn sure not gonna pull out a huge coupon book in from of the baby-doll.
Pulled that effer out of my glove compartment a few weeks back completely unused.

What? Are you telling me women don't find thrifty attractive?

[Rooster]

This one goes down as the cheapest gift but I thought I would share since it was a Christmas present. My dad and step-monster are notorious for their inability to purchase gifts. My two brothers and I each received one of those large cans of popcorn one year when we were kids. The cans that have the three way cardboard divider inside where each section has a specific kind of popcorn one section for butter, one for caramel, one for cheesy popcorn. Okay you get the picture.

Well since there were three of us boys’ receiving these cans my dad and step-monster proceeded to remove one flavor of corn out of each of the cans before they handed them out. By doing this they in essence kept an entire can of popcorn for themselves minus the can. Yes they actually took three different flavors of popcorn leaving each of us boys with an empty slot in our cans.

I can’t remember what combination of the two remaining flavors we all got but they were all different. To this day, on my mom’s side, someone will bring up the infamous popcorn cans and we will laugh about it.

[Fish]

Originally Posted by Rooster

This one goes down as the cheapest gift but I thought I would share since it was a Christmas present. My dad and step-monster are notorious for their inability to purchase gifts. My two brothers and I each received one of those large cans of popcorn one year when we were kids. The cans that have the three way cardboard divider inside where each section has a specific kind of popcorn one section for butter, one for caramel, one for cheesy popcorn. Okay you get the picture.

Well since there were three of us boys’ receiving these cans my dad and step-monster proceeded to remove one flavor of corn out of each of the cans before they handed them out. By doing this they in essence kept an entire can of popcorn for themselves minus the can. Yes they actually took three different flavors of popcorn leaving each of us boys with an empty slot in our cans.

I can’t remember what combination of the two remaining flavors we all got but they were all different. To this day, on my mom’s side, someone will bring up the infamous popcorn cans and we will laugh about it.

Wow.... I'd be pissed if they took the caramel one.... that's rough man....

[Baby Lee]

Reminds me of this old story

http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/pants.asp

Originally Posted by snopes

Claim: For twenty-five years, two brothers-in-law traded the same pair of gift pants back and forth between them, each time finding more inventive ways to wrap them.

Status: True.

Origins: The
one present Roy Collette wasn't looking forward to getting for Christmas 1988 was those damned pants. Yet he knew he was in trouble as soon as the flatbed truck bearing a concrete-filled tank off a truck used to deliver ready-mix rolled up. Sure as God made little green apples, those pants had to be in there. And he was going to have to fish them out, else declare his brother-in-law the winner of a rivalry that had spanned 20 years.

Being the sport he is, brother-in-law Larry Kunkel thoughtfully supplied the services of a crane to hoist the concrete-filled tank off the flatbed.

What's this game, you ask? What was the significance of these pants, and why were two grown men going to such efforts year after year to retrieve them, only to send them off again?

It all began in 1964 when Larry Kunkel's mom gave him a pair of moleskin pants. After wearing them a few times, he found they froze stiff in Minnesota winters and thus wouldn't do. That next Christmas, he wrapped the garment in pretty paper and presented it to his brother-in-law.

Brother-in-law Roy Collette discovered he didn't want them either. He bided his time until the Christmas after, then packaged them up and gave them back to Kunkel. This yearly exchange proceeded amicably until one year Collette twisted the pants tightly and stuffed them into a 3-foot-long, 1-inch wide pipe.

And so the game began. Year after year, as the pants were shuffled back and forth, the brothers strove to make unwrapping them more difficult, perhaps in the hope of ending the tradition. In retaliation for the pipe, Kunkel compressed the pants into a 7-inch square, wrapped them with wire and gave the "bale" to Collette. Not to be outdone, Collette put the pants into a 2-foot-square crate filled with stones, nailed it shut, banded it with steel and gave the trusty trousers back to Kunkel.

The brothers agreed to end the caper if the trousers were damaged. But they were as careful as they were clever. As the game evolved, so did the rules. Only "legal and moral" methods of wrapping were permitted. Wrapping expenses were kept to a minimum with only junk parts used.

Kunkel next had the pants mounted inside an insulated window that had a 20-year guarantee and shipped them off to Collette.

Collette broke the glass, recovered the trousers, stuffed them into a 5-inch coffee can, which he soldered shut. The can was put in a 5-gallon container filled with concrete and reinforcing rods and given to Kunkel the following Christmas.

Kunkel installed the pants in a 225-pound homemade steel ashtray made from 8-inch steel casings and etched Collette's name on the side. Collette had trouble retrieving the treasured trousers, but succeeded without burning them with a cutting torch.

Collette found a 600-pound safe and hauled it to Viracon Inc. in Owatonna, where the shipping department decorated it with red and green stripes, put the pants inside and welded the safe shut. The safe was then shipped to Kunkel, who was the plant manager for Viracon's outlet in Bensenville.

The pants next turned up in a drab green, 3-foot cube that once was a 1974 Gremlin. A note attached to the 2,000-pound scrunched car advised Collette that the pants were inside the glove compartment.

In 1982 Kunkel faced the problem of retrieving the pants from a tire 8 feet high and 2 feet wide and filled with 6,000 pounds of concrete. On the outside Collette had written, "Have a Goodyear."

In 1983 the pants came back to Collette in a 17.5-foot red rocket ship filled with concrete and weighing 6 tons. Five feet in diameter, with pipes 6 inches in diameter outside running the length of the ship and a launching pad attached to its bottom, the rocket sported a picture of the pants fluttering atop it. Inside the rocket were 15 concrete-filled canisters, one of which housed the pants.

Collette's revenge for the rocket ship was delivered to Kunkel in the form of a 4-ton Rubik's Cube in 1985. The cube was made of concrete that had been baked in a kiln and covered with 2,000 board feet of lumber.

Kunkel "solved the cube," and for 1986 gift-giving repackaged the pants into a station wagon filled with 170 steel generators all welded together. Because the pants have to be retrieved undamaged, Collette was faced with carefully taking apart each component.

What happened to the pants in 1987 is a mystery, and their 1988 packaging (concrete-filled tank) was mentioned at the beginning of this page. Sadly, 1989's packaging scheme brought the demise of the much-abused garment.

Collette was inspired to encase the pantaloons in 10,000 pounds of jagged glass that he would then deposit in Kunkel's front yard. "It would have been a great one - really messy," Kunkel ruefully admitted. The pants were shipped to a friend in Tennessee who managed a glass manufacturing company. While molten glass was being poured over the insulated container that held them, an oversized chunk fractured, transforming the pants into a pile of ashes.

The ashes were deposited into a brass urn and delivered to Kunkel along with this epitaph:

Sorry, Old Man Here lies the Pants. . . An attempt to cast the pants in glass brought about the demise of the pants at last.
The urn now graces the fireplace mantel in Kunkel's home.

[Logical]

Originally Posted by Baby Lee

I remember when my great-grandfather meant to give me a quarter, but gave me a Susan B. Anthony dollar instead.
Stupid kid that I was, I exclaimed "Cool!! A dollar."
The 'rents figure that kind of wealth could only go to my head, and insisted I give G-Gramps back the pecunium.

Wow

[Rain Man]

Originally Posted by Logical

Underwear, I kid you not. At one of those large family Christmas celebrations while all my cousins were getting toys I got a package of underwear.

I bet it was rather awkward when you started playing with your underwear in front of everybody.

[Baby Lee]

Originally Posted by Rain Man

I bet it was rather awkward when you started playing with your underwear in front of everybody.

There is a perfect 'pwned' pic of a pair of boys with their tidy-whities on their heads that would be precious to link to Logical's little anecdote

[Logical]

Originally Posted by Rain Man

I bet it was rather awkward when you started playing with your underwear in front of everybody.

[CoMoChief]

I got a fishing lure once. Being the fact that I dont fish all that much here in Columbia I kinda thought it was a worthless gift, but its the attempt that matters right?