Poll: Worst Christmas Gift You've Received?

I used to, every year, get singing underwear. Yes, and singing socks, too. The giver was my then-spouse, and she delighted at my consernation to hear undergarments playing a digital rendention of a Christmas song. I suspect her intention, while fun, had a darker tinge that almost made receiving these gifts ok. 

But there are always those particular gifts that you unwrap and, if the giver is in the room, force you to dig deep into your actor's soul and somehow find words and expressions to convey something other than the repulsion or hilarity of the selection. Gifts such as these were not, for the most part, carefully thought out; they were clearly selected as part of our particular cultural frenzy to find something, anything, for everyone. 

Grandparents will sometimes get their grandchildren a Zume when they really wanted an iPod, or a Kindle Fire when they really wanted an iPad. Or the dreaded clothes -- I remember wincing at every package that contained a sweater or coat or pants (pants?) when I was a kid. What in the world were they thinking? 

My mom told me tales of how grateful she was to find an orange in her stocking on Christmas morning, but my mom had a flair for the dramatic, and she grew up on a Louisiana farm during the depression, so yeah, things were different then. These days, I feel closer to her situation than I ever have, so yeah, I'd be grateful for that orange today. 

Take our poll and then tell us about your worst Christmas gift. It is, after all, the season.