mine was from a sister / brother in law.

a 2 quid watch from a petrol station. broke as i tried to fasten the strap to my wrist.


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steve

My daugther gave me a coffee mug. It was a really good coffee mug until I opened up the package and found it smashed. She was only 3 at the time so I wont hold it against her. Of course it was my "favorite" gift that year, achem.

Not the worst present I've ever had, not finished the therapy to enable me to talk about that, but last year my sister gave me a new york smoothie maker. Real appropriate that one, to make matters worse is she asked me at the weekend if I'd used it yet, I couldn't lie and fessed up immediately, at least it didn't end up on ebay.

A box of three tartan (I think!) hankerchiefs!
Given to me by my girlfriend's grandad! Sweet to give me anything at all I guess but even so!

Locogeoff,
Go on, please tell us what the worst one was!

James

It was a football strip.
To a football supporter great, to a non football supporter not so good.

wee boy, sadistic parents, disappointment on christmas morning and all that.

Dont really wish to expand further
sorry it not anything gross

A tub of pre-sliced lemons like the ones they use in pubs - yes really!! From a rather mad (and very rich) old aunt

Underwear and bleeding hankies
This year Ive got it sussed
they have all been issued with
parts numbers pictures of and suppliers info
The mother in law is doing the fuel tank!!
Got to get the family told ........or you end up with crap that not even you would give to your worst enemy .

Two gifts one Christmas from a mother-in-law (now ex-mother-in-law):
1) A wallet with at least 12 slots for credit cards (while I was in graduate school, up to my eyes in student loans and owning not a single credit card), and
2) After-shave stinkum (I'd had a full beard for several years at that point).

Hand-knitted. Resembled chain mail and must've weighed forty pounds. Never worn, of course.

Every year my mother-in-law buys me underwear. ... What is my wife telling her?!

Graber

When I was 22, a wealthy aunt gave me four well used coloured pencils, wrapped in brown paper. One of the pencils was about 3 inches long and the lead was broken. The others were various lengths with well worn leads.
I shouldn't complain, it was only the second Chrissey present she had ever given me and the only reason she gave me the pencils was because she was spending Christmas with us.
I don't take after that side of the family....I don't give any presents ...ever.