Bad Christmas present stories

I will just say that if you're going to regift a bad Christmas present, don't regift it within the same family in consecutive years. Because, we've all talked about it and we haven't forgotten.

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mother sends the new wife pillows with the ex-girlfriend's name on them.

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Holy shite that brutal.

I had a bad temper when I was a kid and the first present I opened one year was a Barney bubble machine (I think I was 9 or 10) I was absolutely livid and lost it, but my Dad was laughing his arse off because he knew I would be mad about it. That meltdown is what sparked my Dad and I getting each other gag gifts every year.

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Was the mom’s name Marie?

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I tried to watch a marathon one snowy day of Everybody Loves Raymond. But, when you watch them back-to-back, it is hard not to get tired of Marie. A lot of people thought Debra was a bitch, but why would Raymond never stand up to Marie?

Doris Roberts was super nice in person.

My entire life my mom has gotten me the worst Christmas presents. As a kid, it wasn't too bad because my list to Santa gave her all that I wanted.

But as I got older, the presents got worse. And she'd get lazy any buy me and my cousins the same thing. One year, she got us matching running suits and huge fake gold chains. She took us to the movies, and insisted that we all wear what she got us. We looked like the white boy Run DMC at the Esplanade Mall theater.

A few years ago, she bought me a Mickey Mouse watch with the biggest face you've ever seen. The face was serisouly 3" wide.

Before that, she got me a baseball hat with our last name embroidered in olde English lettering.

I swear she thinks she gave birth to a black man.

I've had to get my wife to drop hints to my mom on what to get me. Not that I expect presents from her at my age, I just don't want her to waste money on stuff I'll never wear.

My grandmother on my dad's side would get all of us grandchildren Banana Republic socks... every damn year. Like clockwork.

My father-in-law, who grew up in the 50/60's asked for a banana seat bicycle one year. Comes out Christmas morning and there's his old bike with a banana tied to the seat.

He eventually got the new bike, he asked for, but they drug it out and let him suffer and cry for a couple hours.

I copy/paste my response from these threads each year. I even texted my brother yesterday to remind him to wear his Kid Rock shirt to family Christmas again.

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When I was around 11 and my brother around 8 my aunt(moms sister) fresh off her trip to a Kid Rock concert thought it would be a good idea to buy my brother and I Kid Rock concert Ts for Christmas. She gave them to us at our grandparents on Christmas Eve and made us go in a back room so we can open them out of sight of the other adults.

First of all, they were HUGE, I think both were adult XLs. Second, even at a young age both my brother and I recognized right away that these probably weren’t 8 & 11 year old appropriate. Why? My brother’s shirt was black with a cartoon-ish Kid Rock, a stripper silhouette, and said something like “Pimp of the Nation”.

Mine? Oh mine had a cartoonish Kid Rock dressed up like the old Uncle Sam posters, except instead of “I want you for the US Army” it said “I Want My Balls in Your Mouth”.

When we returned home and were sorting through Christmas gifts our parents took them and tossed them out, not that we really cared. I don’t think we even knew who Kid Rock was at the time.

Fast forward and my aunt ended up passing away from cancer about 10 years ago and while sharing some memories with family I told the story of the shirts that had long since been forgotten, everyone agreed that it was absurd at the time but very much something my aunt would have done.

In a weird sort of homage to my aunt I would hit the net every few months searching high and low for those shirts to no avail until January of last year, I stumbled upon the shirt my brother was given and bought it. I’ve yet to find the shirt I was given but haven’t given up hope. If anyone can track one down id gladly pay a finders fee.

My brother has agreed to wear it Christmas Eve this year and we would love to eventually find the other one. My mom is the only one left in her family, I think she’ll appreciate my weird tribute.

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A bit off topic here, but several years ago at a pre-Xmas office dinner, my former boss took us to an expensive restaurant making the only X-mas office get together for the year.

Well, the office manager being the gossip queen that she was, told us that the bill was over $2500 and my former boss left the waiter a nice $600 tip. I could sense something was true by seeing the waiter's reaction when the bill was paid. The guy was ecstatic.

Long story short, I had the gall to complain to them that why was it that I busted my arse off working for 1 year and had only got a $300 bonus but a fkn' waiter made double for 3 hours work? They thought I was being a total depreciative jerk.

Months later I left and got myself a better job, in a nicer workplace, and making sure it is corporate and not privately owned.
Frick that, a $300 bonus and the year before I got $200.