The worst Christmas present I ever got was from my grandparents when I was about 7 years old. Needless to say I was by far not their favorite grandchild, just 1 of the ones that didn't really matter.

But my hopes were built up for something nice anyway. Well I got it alright. My uncle owned a junk store and they wrapped up an old piece of material and gave it to me. I had no idea what to do with that or why they would even think of giving a 7 year old something so stupid.

I guess it was just another way of letting me know that I really did not matter to them at all. After I opened it, I threw it away and I've never forgotten it.

They could have just said Merry Christmas and let it go at that. It would have hurt alot less.