CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT more than giving and receiving presents, but that’s usually a pretty big aspect of the festive season.
We’ve all probably had to feign excitement over a gift we weren’t exactly thrilled about at some stage – and hopefully we’ve received a few amazing presents too.
Here are some of the best and worst presents received by TheJournal.ie‘s reporters:
My dad queued into the night to get me a Furby from the Tommy’s Wonderland in the Blanchardstown Centre. He brought a cushion from home to sit on in the queue.
My mother gave me a shower curtain for Christmas last year … which sounds dreadful but I really needed a shower curtain.
My dad once got my brother a load of turf for his house for Christmas which is probably the most dad-ish present imaginable.
I was given a 1977 Liverpool European Cup winners full kit by my dad in 1990. And I’m an Arsenal fan.
My mom gave my 10-year-old sister a lighter. It was beautiful fish shape, covered in diamantes – she had no idea it was a lighter, she thought it was just pretty.
I got a stepladder when I was about five or six. I was pretty happy with it.
My dad gave me this one Christmas. He didn’t look at the cover properly and decided to give it to me because he knows I like cooking … I keep it with my regular cookbooks to scare dinner guests.
My brother gave me a set of walkie talkies last year and my flatmate and I used to use them to ask each other if we wanted tea and to listen to passing taxi drivers’ radios, before a burglar stole them.
Me and my sisters got a communal Sega Mega Drive one year in the early/mid ’90s – that was GREAT.
The Christmas of 1991 is the one where we suspect there was a minor Lotto win/inheritance. There was a suspiciously high volume of presents. – including Bed Bugs which my dad then intentionally stepped on because it made so much noise.
I got a chest of drawers when I was seven – I still have it.
I got an amazing orange Forever Friends tent one year. When I was younger everything had to be orange. I tried to live there (in the hallway) for a couple of days. It didn’t work out.
My brother bought me this amazing toy hoover when I was about eight, but he never got me the batteries to go in it and I really wanted them because the photo on the box showed it made noise and that you could hoover up glitter.
I still get annoyed thinking ‘Why the hell did nobody in my family buy me batteries?’ I reminded them constantly. It gets brought up now every Christmas, he still hasn’t apologised.
I got a bean bag one year. Loved it.
I was given a plot in Palmerstown cemetery … it’s a long (boring) story, but essentially it was an uncle who now lives in England so wouldn’t have any use for it. It’s actually quite nice.
Can you top any of those? Let us know in the comments.
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