I hate getting books for Christmas in general because I’m such a mood reader, and I’ve plastered a fake smile on my face many a time and repeated internally ‘Its the thought that counts.’ as I unwrap a book I will not read.
But the worst one by far, given to me by my own Mother , who I know loves me, when I was fourteen years old! was >!Men are from Mars Women are from Venus.!< I am sitting there horrified thinking what is she trying to tell me? As my sisters are flat on the floor laughing to the point of puking. We eventually came to the conclusion she just saw an attractive cover on a bestseller table and grabbed it. Love to know your terrible gift stories.
I was too young to remember this, but my parents still laugh at the story of an extended family member giving me, a toddler, a bound copy of the US Constitution. I actually could read at the time, but that did NOT mean I was interested in a small book with zero pictures filled with big words in small text.
This family member has given really great and thoughtful gifts for as long as I can remember, so I have a hard time picturing this story happening, but according to my parents that incident was when he learned to find out what people want as gifts.
Well hey, at least it became a teaching moment and he learned the lesson!