The twelve days of terrible Christmas gifts

We recently ran a Christmas-inspired survey to discover how people shop at Christmas (36 per cent opt for online), who they shop for, and how much time they spend looking for the perfect gift.

Really though, we were just nosey and wanted to know some of the worst Christmas gifts people have ever received.

Cue the drum roll and dancing girls…

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me (if my true love ever gave me any of the gifts below, he would no longer be my true love)…“nose hair clippers”

Second day of Christmas… “a black and white synthetic cowhide toilet seat cover”

Third… “a wicker storage container in the shape of a duck”

Forth… “a basket of varnished nuts”

Fifth… “a toilet brush holder of a gnome sitting on a toilet”

Sixth… “farting Santa Claus”

Seventh… “a hair care package (I have alopecia and don’t have any hair)”

Eighth… “a scat book (about animal poo)”

Ninth… “a door knob”

Tenth… “plastic dog doo-doo with a card reading ‘We wish you a smelly Christmas’”

Eleventh… “a scratched up painting of a bassett hound”

Twelfth… “nothing – he bought me nothing after 36 years of marriage…”

A big thanks to everyone who answered the survey, and here’s hoping you do better than the twelve people above this Christmas.

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  1. Mary McKellar
    Posted December 19, 2011 at 8:49 am | Permalink

    My worst christmas present was when I was 18 and my parents bought me a mo mo dress it was about 5 sizes to big and when I tried it on to show them all I got was she does not like it, sad face every after

  2. Michelle Leach
    Posted December 20, 2011 at 11:53 am | Permalink

    I once got a dustpan and broom… It was given to me because it came in purple and well That’s my favourite colour so I should have loved it !

  3. Kristie Molnar
    Posted January 5, 2012 at 2:37 pm | Permalink

    This Christmas (2011) my dear old dad randomly bought perfume for my mum and I. He looked so gleeful as he handed the freshly purchased, not wrapped boxes of perfume to us. As I smiled with delight, I read the writing on the box to see what the name of the perfume was. Confusion and disappointment washed over me as I read “Britney Spears-Fantasy” I’m 37 years old!!!! I remember the scent of this perfume on my friend’s housemate; a sleep- with-anyone, substance abusing 21 year old!!
    I said to my dad, “Do I look like i need some fantasy in my life?”
    He shrugged and replied, “The guy in the shop said everyone likes it.”
    Well maybe I asked for it by moving back home! It may have caused a regression in his perception of me!!! Just a tad!

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