worst x-mas present ever recieved

[Trixie]

Long underwear is nice but giving a kid long underwear EVERY year? That’s a whole lotta longjohns.

My mother buys me auto-repair kits every year she can’t figure out what to get me. I’ve got about four of them right now and only ever used the duct tape and wd-40 in them (and not even on my car!)

Either that or she’ll buy me some item of clothing that doesn’t fit, then make me try it on, insist on exchanging it, and will then just buy me something else in the SAME size. I’ve got an adorable pink cashmere creation that is two sizes two big because she exchanged a very cute red sweater that was also two sizes too big.

[Sakura]

@'[r.oo and l.ulu

;2055883’]I love this thread. :lol:

I’ve always gotten pretty good gifts, but one year my dad bought me barbie stamps. It’s funny now, but at the time I cried for 2 weeks because I was afraid I’d hurt his feelings if I told him I didn’t like them and/or I didn’t use them.

I’m older, but I still have those guilty tendencies. I’m always afraid I’ll hurt the other person’s feelings.

That reminds me of an Aunt I had who always bought me paper dolls. I was a horse crazy kid from the get-go, and never shy about the fact. My brother liked trucks and he would get Tonka trucks, Hot Wheels, toy tanks and the such… Why on earth she thought that I would want to sit and dress a flat Barbie in a flat wedding dress is still beyond my realm of understanding

[forestandcody]

Not a horsey gift, but years ago my mother got the bright idea that sizes(underwear, shirts, etc) were the same as ages. I was 16 and she gave me size 16 underpants and a blouse…I wore a size 3/4. I opened the package and held up full size pink underpants in front of company. ICK. The blouse was nice and I exchanged it for the correct size.

I’m happy with winter gloves and hand/foot warmers for the barn.

[Sonesta]

Well, I won’t tell you the worst horsey gift I’ve ever received (cause it came one year from one of my COTH Secret Santas…

But I’ll tell you the most misunderstood gift. One year my wonderful husband bought me the big expensive blue horse vacuum. You guys know the one - it was in all the catalogs. The one with all the attachments for grooming your horse. I LOFFED IT! Best Christmas present EVER!

But my poor husband took a lot of flack when his friends and co-workers asked him what he had gotten me for Christmas and he had to say “A vacuum cleaner. No! Wait, you don’t understand…” as they walked away in disgust with him.

[TheCoppertop]

Not really horsey gifts but a couple years ago my in-laws (with whom my relationship has been rocky) asked my husband what we wanted for Christmas. He said we could use some nice dark green towels for our remodeled bathroom.

We went down to visit shortly after Christmas and they lavished gifts upon our son, clothes… toys, games, a whole nother christmas for him.

My husband started opening his gifts under their tree… sweaters in his favorite color orange, a new drill, jeans, a hat… he must have had 10 thoughtful gifts under their tree.

They handed me a big box full of towels.

With hubby I always buy it myself and tell him thanks. One year diamond earrings, this year a leather draft horse bridle and some chaps.

[Holly_er_Than_Thou]

OMG! DH’s family is…well, let’s say “interesting”. Since I can’t stand them, he goes up there every year to get his “presents” and mingle with the weirdness.

We have such fun when he comes back home with the loot. Last year one of them thought that we couldn’t live without this strange, highly lacquered, dark brown, oddly-shaped wooden thing with a large, fierce American eagle decoupaged on top. We howled with laughter.

Another time, MIL bought me an apron, my friends, AN APRON! It was made of a tomatoey red and white ultra-synthetic material and was wrinkled & stained. The same year, she also gave me a huge set of cooking receptacles for microwaving in…I think she thought that DH was starving under my care and that I needed a “hint” about what a wife is supposed to do.

There are so many others, including the used horsey books suitable for a horse-crazy 8 year old, the large candle with the requisite nostrils-flaring, eyes-bugging-out freakish horse stamped onto it complete with some leather thing with feathers wound around it. My, oh, my!

[nightsong]

[QUOTE=Holly’er Than Thou;2056917]
Another time, MIL bought me an apron, my friends, AN APRON! It was made of a tomatoey red and white ultra-synthetic material and was wrinkled & stained. [/QUOTE]

Are you sure she BOUGHT it? :uhoh:

[Quin]

@Trixie;2055456

My mother and I have the holidays down. She tells me what she wants, my father gives me his credit card. I buy it, whatever it is, in whatever color and size she wants, and have it wrapped, then give it to dad with credit card back. That way, she gets what she wants and he doesn’t buy her another stupid perfume gift set. When he was guessing, it was just disasterous for all.

I hear you. My mother says she was eternally grateful once I was old enough to do my father’s Christmas shopping for him.

[Fessy_s_Mom]

@Sonesta;2056130

Well, I won’t tell you the worst horsey gift I’ve ever received (cause it came one year from one of my COTH Secret Santas…

Aw come on! You can’t tease us like that! :lol:

[equusrocks]

Travel Bingo…I kid you not. From the wealthy old aunt. I don’t know why an 18 year old needed Travel Bingo, but…???

The worst horsey present was self inflicted. I picked it out. :eek: I won’t elaborate, but I’ll give you a hint…I gave it to a NH’er. Wasn’t truly really bad, just difficult to use, a PITA and didn’t work like I thought it did.

[abrant]

I grew up on a small acreage. The barn was a cattle barn that had been converted to large stalls and a livery stable had been run out of it in the 60’s. My parents had a couple appaloosas when they moved in but sold them when child #2 was on the way (that would be me).

So I’m a horse crazy 7 year old and we live on a farm with stalls!

Well, one year a couple days before Christmas… my parents start making a big deal about me staying out of the barn and I spend a couple days in near-hysterics because I’m SURE there is a horse in that barn!

Christmas morning… they lead me outside to the front yard… I am SO ready I even have my reaction worked out and the rest of the day planned for me and the new horse.

A SWINGSET. I got a swingset for Christmas.

Now, I was a normal 7 year old and would have dearly loved a swingset for Christmas… but it was sooooo not a horse.

~Adrienne

[StephDoesJumpers]

Worst Present?

One year, my parents made me save this big box to open last. I was probably about 15 or so. They made a huge deal over this one present, how I would love it, had to open all the other presents before it, etc.

What was it? a 3’ tall paper mache statue of a horse that was painted to look like leather, with a plastic saddle and bridle. What use would a 15 year old have for this??? They had made such a huge deal over it that I felt bad for not liking it. But it didn’t end there.

Years later, I found out that they hadn’t even BOUGHT the thing. Someone had it as a decoration in an office, didn’t want it, so my dad took it and then they re-gifted it to me!!!

[SuperSTB]

[QUOTE=abrant;2058724]
I grew up on a small acreage. The barn was a cattle barn that had been converted to large stalls and a livery stable had been run out of it in the 60’s. My parents had a couple appaloosas when they moved in but sold them when child #2 was on the way (that would be me).

So I’m a horse crazy 7 year old and we live on a farm with stalls!

Well, one year a couple days before Christmas… my parents start making a big deal about me staying out of the barn and I spend a couple days in near-hysterics because I’m SURE there is a horse in that barn!

Christmas morning… they lead me outside to the front yard… I am SO ready I even have my reaction worked out and the rest of the day planned for me and the new horse.

A SWINGSET. I got a swingset for Christmas.

Now, I was a normal 7 year old and would have dearly loved a swingset for Christmas… but it was sooooo not a horse.

~Adrienne[/QUOTE]

Oh as a 7yo I would have been crushed!

I got my first ‘offical’ horse at 10 yo. It certainly was far from a healthy horse but I loved him dearly (he didn’t make it through the rest of the year )

[mairzeadoats]

Horse-giftwise, was when I was in my late 20s. My mother gave me a little girl’s ratcatcher shirt. It would have been very cute, and maybe would have fit, back when I was 8 years old, lol.

Worst gift in my life, period, was again my mother when I had just turned 18. My parents had killed my dreamhorse just a couple months earlier. I was in college in Saratoga NY, with winter temps of 20 below (50 below factoring in wind chill) and all I had for a coat was a too-small, thin courderouy jacket I’d had since I was 14. My mother got me a beautiful coat – the most beautiful coat I’d ever seen before or since. On Christmas morning I tried it on and when I joyfully thanked her, she looked angry and ordered me to take it off and give it back to her. She decided to keep it for herself. She and my father fought nonstop until the middle of the night and then didn’t speak for days. She kept my coat and I returned to school in my thin little corderouy jacket.

[Sonesta]

[QUOTE=Fessy’s Mom;2058137]

Originally Posted by Sonesta View Post
Well, I won’t tell you the worst horsey gift I’ve ever received (cause it came one year from one of my COTH Secret Santas…

Aw come on! You can’t tease us like that! :lol:[/QUOTE]

Well, since it was a Secret Santa from COTH, I wouldn’t want to hurt his/her feelings by revealing it. But let’s just say I was speechless (and for me, that is REALLY saying something).

[LessonLearned]

oh yeah!

Last year, my dear aunt (“She of the knick-knacks”) broke with her fine tradition of giving me little statues that I have to hide around the house and display when she comes to visit. When I saw the box I thought, hmmmm… .perhaps she has gotten some sense about this.

But no, she replaced it with another innane gift:

In the box was a bevvy of stuff from the “Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover’s Soul.” There was even a t-shirt.

The problem?

I have two dogs and a horse. I am violently allergic to cats (although I like them and wish them no ill-will).

[Joanne]

I remember a long time ago when my then husband gave me a gorgeous box for Christmas. Opening it I was so excited as it appeared to be a really nice blanket for my horse. Upon taking it out, it was really a long down coat for me. What a bummer!

The worst was no present at all at a family Christmas party when I was 14 years old. My mother had recently married my step-father and they were passing out gifts to everyone (about 25 people) and they started to open them. Then someone saw me in the back with no gift at all and rustled one up for me. I wanted to just crawl away. To this day, I still feel the hurt.

[Not_So_Practical_Hor]

[QUOTE=flogarty;2053698]
last year my aunt and uncle gave me Britany Spears perfume and purple beaded curtains. Luckily, I was able to return the curtains, but the perfume is still unopened and sitting somewhere in my closet.[/QUOTE]

ahh…i hate to admit it but i love britney spears perfume send it my way if you find it lol

[SDgumby]

A friend gave me a white ceramic horse head. You know, the type you paint. First, the horse head was scary looking…stallion with huge, blowing nostrils and crazed, wide eyes! Yuck! Second, The only thing worse would have been if I tried to paint it with my total lack of artistic talent. I finally threw it away, I just couldn’t stand to look at it.
Christmas is not always as great as its suppose to be! Hugs to those with bad Christmas memories.

[Aristeia]

One of the previous barns I rode at had a secret santa every year in which we were supposed to spend around $20. Well, I was 13 or so at the time and had taken the time to pick out a gift for the person I had, even spending over the $20 and what did I get? A scrunchie … with a horse head on it.

I still have the scrunchie, but have never worn it.