On Gifting

We’ve all received them.  Bad gifts.  Poorly thought out ideas that make the recipient think, “did you do your shopping at the gas station?”

It’s a busy time of year, money’s tight and I get that but please know it is far better to show up empty handed than to give a bad gift.

You can trust me because I have years of experience in this department.

Here’s my top 10 list of the worst gifts we’ve ever received.

#10.  A cheetah print plastic toilet seat. With a crack in it. Pretty sure it was .. used.

#9.   Big Mouth Billy Bass (the singing fish). (pictured above). 

#8.  A ceramic dog that lit up and barked rabidly when anyone neared it.

#7.  For me: neck-to-toe flannel footie pajamas accompanied by a similarly dressed teddy bear; I was already a mother of 2 when I received it.

#6. A donation in my name to an organization I don’t support. And am now on their mailing list. Fantastic! Thanks for that!

#5.  A half eaten box of Valentines chocolates. 

#4.  A crib toy for our youngest, who, at the time, was 5.

#3. A shattered Christmas candle opened on .. you guessed it – Christmas day.  

 #2. A used baseball hat complete with head-sweat ring.

You can’t make this sh*t up!

And the #1 worst Christmas gift ever?

#1 A broken glass gravy bowl that had been glued back together.  I don’t know about you but at my house…Gravy’s served HOT.  

   Do tell: what’s the worst Christmas gift you’ve ever received?

 

  

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9 thoughts on “On Gifting

  1. caveman

    When I was in high school, a book about movie stars… their obituaries actually… I’m sure how most of them would like to be remembered 😦

  2. Ok, now I know we are kindred spirits…I have received TWO of the Billy Bass fish…in the SAME year! I gave one away the following year at a white elephant gift exchange and the other one mysteriously disappeared in our last move…I remember that I saw a tv ad for this fish and thought, “who would by something like that?” Then I found out!

    • Ha! laughed out loud at this Sheila. 2, 2, 2 gifts in one! Ack! I also took mine to a white elephant gift exchange and there it was a hit – as was the barking dog. You can’t make this up 🙂

  3. This post is quite humorous on one hand and unbelievable on the other hand. No, I don’t think you made this stuff up. I guess I have been fortunate because I don’t recall getting these types of gifts. Either that or I have forgotten them when I’ve donated them to Goodwill or thrown them in the trash.

  4. Are you sure the givers like you? I can’t imagine getting a broken gift. I’ve received a few gifts I didn’t want, like, or need, but I’ve never been given anything as inappropriate as your 10 worst gifts. I hope you don’t get anything this year that would make the list. Merry Christmas.

    • Thank you Susan, Yes there were times that I thought, “wow what does this say?” but I’ve learned to set them aside and move on. Doesn’t mean I don’t remember them though. 😉 Thanks for the Christmas wishes and cheers to you! thanks for visiting..

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