The holidays are right around the corner, so that got me thinking about Christmas gifts. We all know it's the thought that counts, but there are better and worse gifts out there.
Probably my favorite gift is my first Kindle (Generation 2). I got this for Christmas 2009 from my parents, and it opened my world to e-books. What better gift is there than the gift of reading (Amazon gift cards to buy more books are in a close second)? I read Stephen King's Ur as my first Kindle book. That's how special that Kindle is. I remember what book I read first. I don't use my old Kindle anymore, since I much prefer my Kindle Fire HD (a Christmas gift to myself last year), but that first Kindle will always hold a special place in my heart.
The worst Christmas gift has left an impression on me since I was five years old. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture to show you of that gift. I was in Kindergarten at our Christmas party. Everyone was required to bring one wrapped gift to exchange with our classmates. We went around the room, one by one, opening our present and telling everyone what we got. Excitement buzzed in the air.
I anxiously awaited to open my gift. What would it be? Was it a new toy? A coloring book? A picture book? Crayons? A stuffed animal? It felt a bit like a stuffed animal, soft and squishy. I hoped for something good like everyone else was getting. I was one of the last ones to get to open up my gift.
The kid beside me opened her gift. Paper fluttered in the air like multicolored birds. She proudly showed off her new toy.
The teacher said I could open my gift next.
I ripped into the paper and pulled out ... SOCKS!
Hot pink wool socks with a big purple button on the side. Adult-sized socks.
"What did you get, Cherie?" the teacher asked sweetly.
"Socks." I huffed and tossed them onto my desk.
I wanted to cry.
Every single child got a toy or coloring book or something fun. I got socks. What kind of @#$%! person thinks socks make a good Christmas gift for a five year old!? It still makes me sad and angry to think about those socks because it made me different from everyone else. True, I like being different now, but when you're five, you really want to fit in and getting the lamest gift in the world while everyone got something fun just sucked. So, yeah, worst Christmas present. I'd have rather gotten nothing. At least then I would've just been sad instead of embarrassed, angry, and sad.
I'm not really sure what happened to those socks. I probably stuffed them in a drawer somewhere or gave them to Goodwill. *shrugs* But I won't forget them.
What's your best and/or worst Christmas gift?
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