My mum and step dad got my 11 year old nephew a really big pair of boxer shorts witch would have been too big for most adult men. I don't know what they were thinking Can you beet that? Have you gotten anything so bad yourself?
Honestly... The year my mother pawned my sister and I's Christmas gifts, for drugs, but didn't have the decency to remove the wrapped boxes, from underneath the tree. She left them there, as an illusion, so when we opened our gifts... they were all empty (except the socks). She was too high on the couch, to really care though. It isn't a single present, but still, that has to qualify as the "worst". And I was, like, 7 years old!
My mom's dad once got her a broken blender as a gift. My mom thought that it was an accident, so she asked him about it. No, he just didn't want to spend too much money.
How cheap can someone be to do that? - Now this isn't a bad gift in itself and would be considered a pretty decent one in any other situation. But the key here is timing. My 11 year old sister, then 10, got the Life of Timothy Green on DVD for Christmas from a well meaning relative. Anyone who knows that movie knows that Spoiler the main character fucking dies/goes away Now for any other time that would have been fine. Except our dad had literally just died a month ago. And I don't know if this counts but my brother one time "won" a can of crab meat in a white elephant game. Allegedly it didn't taste half bad. When I was five, I got a Barney musical book at my day care's gift exchange and the other asshole kids mocked me for getting it- even though I didn't pick it (and why can't a 5 year old read a damn Barney book? That's the intended fucking age group)
This one time, I received not one, but two grotesque velvet bags as a christmas gift from a relative I never see - the larger, handled monstrosity read "Diva" in cursive, gold letters. The smaller, but certainly not lesser, of the two demons read "Sexy" in jeweled studs, and had a terrible, two inch wide faux-crystal heart shaped zipper pull. I wanted to die. I have never thrown anything into a donation box so fast, I swear.
I once got a neon pink shirt. Bad enough but it was something that would of been a dress on a average sized adult and I was 5.
Nothing... When I was ~6 my parents brought home this huge LEGO set (think it was a train set of sorts) and then they quickly hid it from me. Next few days I was crying, wanting to play with it and then they finally explained to me that it was not for me, but for some other kid... When I asked about this later in life, the explanation I got was "oh you imagined it". No I didnt... I distinctly remember the dimensions of the box, how it was sitting on the table, the colors... everything. I still can't explain this to myself. I get the "no present" part, but why show it to me in the first place...
The year my grandfather decided to try and teach me and my cousins about investment. Basically, he would invest £50 each on our behalf (but in his name, in companies of his choosing), and we would receive the proceeds of that at an unspecified time which was up to him. Alternatively, we could have £30 instead. The whole thing was really coercive, and actually led to my aunt banning him from giving presents to her kids. Oh, and we all chose the £30.
About ten years ago, my brother got me a book called "How to Choose Your New Career". I liked my job. In fact, I still have it. Lex
