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These Seriously Sad Christmas Presents Were Worse Than Actual Coal

Nightmare Christmas gifts.

They’re terrible to give and in most cases even worse to receive. With every year that passes, we often learn time and again that actually buying a Christmas gift never gets easier and in fact, can be pretty tricky. Mostly because there’s nothing quite so memorable as a terribly given Christmas gift.

Users on Reddit know this truth all too well.

So much so that there are entire POSTS dedicated to the worst Christmas gifts ever received on Reddit.

Check out the worst below!

“My aunt told me she had donated £20 to hungry kids in my name, I don’t think she did.”- Pbund

“I missed my final connecting flight from Canada to Eastern Europe because of a snowstorm a few years ago. I spent 14 hours of christmas day in the shitty (closed) terminal of Rome’s fiumicino airport, not allowed into the main terminal because there was nobody working at the passport control desks. I had friends in the city I could have otherwise killed time with. After finally being discovered, they kept sending me to other cities across Europe to catch a connecting flight to my final destination, but every plane I took landed late and I missed the connection each time. I spend christmas eve, christmas day and boxing day flying back and forth between Frankfurt, Munich, Rome, and Vienna in no particular order, with no money (I was expecting a 25-30 hour trip, meals on the plane), no food since the last two days were on flights offering nothing but drinks, and a dead phone with no charger. I couldn’t remember my parents number (it was long as fuck, confusing country/area code, and my brain was fried) so they didn’t know where I was either. So after all this, I get home really late on Boxing Day, and my parents tell me my cat died on Christmas.”-isthisuniqueenough4u

“My dad went to Kmart, and found a cheap ass little alarm clock designed to look like police lights, that played a siren. Either that, or my when oldest brother glued the cover of a nudie magazine onto a car magazine from the 80’s and gave it to 15 year old me.” –Gustavius040210

“I got a Nintendo system for Christmas right after they first came out. It was what I asked for, but the game seemed a lot more fun in the commercials. The game I got was called “Staring Contest”. You played against Walter Mondale, the idea was not to blink your eyes before he did. Years later my mother admitted that she just taped an 8″ by 10″ photograph of Mondale to the TV screen, and the “Nintendo” machine was really just a shoe box with a cat toy for the controller. Anyway, don’t ever get into a staring contest with Walter Mondale. He’s REALLY good at that game. I only won once in the whole time I had the game.” –anthonymyers3000

“My parents actually got me coal one year. They usually filled my stocking with candy and little games but that year I just got coal. I ran through my head every bad thing I could have done that year. I decided it was because I started using curse words. I almost cried because I thought I was on the naughty list for good. Turns out my parents just wanted to fuck with me.” –lmMrMeeseeksLookAtMe

“My mom once gave me an umbrella. Not just any umbrella, but my own umbrella. One that she had given me the year before. I had left it in the garage next to my golf bag during the winter, she wrapped it up and gave it to me again.” –SulfurTongue

“NOTHING. Years ago. After flying across the country, buying thoughtful gifts and cards for each person (father, stepmother, half-sister), on minimum wage, and watching them open their presents while slowly realizing they hadn’t even gotten me a card. They are very well off financially and spoil my half-sister like crazy. It sucked.”- rhetoricetc

“My first “real” relationship – in the sense that it involved mutual mushing-together of naughty bits – began when I was sixteen years old. It lasted for two and a half years after that, which I’ve been told is fairly impressive for a couple in high school. Truth be told, that span of time is most notable when you consider the fact that the young woman and I were almost completely incompatible… and that was never more evident than when she tried to give me gifts. During our first Christmas together, my then-girlfriend gave me a pair of hand weights, of the sort that might be held by a jogger wearing leggings. They had clearly been purchased from the bargain bin at the local thrift store… but I told myself it was the thought that mattered (even if I wasn’t sure that any thought had gone into the gift at all). Besides, we had only been dating for about three months, and it was probably unfair of me to expect anything at all. Unfortunately, that would set the stage for every gift I’d receive from the girl. I need to pause for a moment and explain something about this young woman. Although she was ambitious and talented, she had almost zero patience for practice or preparation. Her idea of putting on a poetry performance, for example, was to get up on stage and improvise while using a tone of voice that made it sound like she was reciting something. That would have been fine, except for the fact that she was really bad at improvisation, and she had a tendency to lie about how much work she’d done on something. Please keep that in mind when I tell you this: For my eighteenth birthday, this young woman – who was also, I should mention, completely tone-deaf – forced me to sit in a plastic folding chair for as long as it took her to “sing” her way through three love songs by Elvis Presley. I hated Elvis at the time, and watching this girl attempt (and fail) to mumble her way through “Love Me Tender” was as close to torture as I’d been through. Worse still, I had to sit back and pretend that I enjoyed it… because as she’d told me, she’d worked really hard on it. I must have been a touch too convincing for my own good, because for Christmas that year – in addition to a second-hand imitation woodcarving – I was offered an encore performance.”- RamsesThePigeon

“I guess it would be baseball stuff. My dad is a good guy and he really tried. But he was always OBSESSED with getting me into sports, and I just couldn’t get into them at all. I did go toss the ball around with him, tried to play basketball, tried little league, but it just wasn’t my thing. And I made it pretty clear to him it wasn’t my thing. Anyway, it was always kind of a sore spot for us. He’d always try to get me into sports, and I’d always refuse. Pretty normal adolescent shit, I suppose. Anyway, one year he got me a glove, some baseballs, bat, helmet, all kinds of shit. And he KNEW I wasn’t into it at all. It was almost a passive aggressive gift, or at least that’s how it felt. I said thanks, but, yeah I was pretty disappointed as that was ALL he got me that year. I’m 30 now and whenever he visits or I visit, I try and make some time for that. Usually we’ll toss the ball around or watch a game, something like that. He’s not gonna be around forever, and although sports aren’t my thing, I try to just get over it and be a good son.” –CDC_

“A two foot tall ceramic penguin statue. At first it was like wtf, Aunt Shelly… but now it’s just still in my living room and it’s pretty badass. That was 4 years ago.” –vaginariantwinkle

“I once got an ex girlfriend of mine a pair of front row tickets to Tim McGraw, Luke Bryan, and The Band Perry put inside of the overalls of a country styled Build-A-Bear. In return she gave me a CD of songs that reminded her of me. Mostly consisted of Jonas Brothers and other shitty boy bands. Never listened to it….” –IAmTheWaIrus

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