My Worst Christmas Ever

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We’ve all been there. The moment you’ve been waiting for arrives and the box is in your hand on a cosy Christmas morning. Is it that record you’ve always wanted that you can’t find anywhere? It doesn’t look record-shaped. Maybe it’s that book about the designer you’ve loved your whole life; a limited edition even?

Or maybe it’s jewellery from Argos.

Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how well someone (apparently) knows you – they just can’t get it right. And if you’re British, it’s even worse. A combination of ‘oh, that’s nice’ and ‘thanks so much, it’s amazing’ follows, subsequently tailed by a week or two of passive aggression that materialises in the form of, well, anything.

So to make you feel a little better, we’ve asked the Hudson London team what their worst ever Christmas gift was, and some of them are bad. Really bad.

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“At my last role, I was given a collection of Justin Bieber and Glee badges. That really was the start of the end. My resignation shortly followed.”

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“A photoshoot. It was so awkward. I’m a camera-shy person so to be put on a budget set while my family cooed ‘you look fabulous, sweetheart’ was my absolute worst nightmare. Those pictures have been buried where they will never, ever be found.”

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“I got given a scarf with a little diagram of different ways you could tie it. The model demonstrating was this ancient lady with a terrible perm encouraging you to tie it like the queen. I was 18.”

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“A portable clip you can take with you when you go out to hang your bag under the table. It was even personalised with my initials. I died a little inside that day.”

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“Metal detector shoes. Yes, they’re a real thing. I really don’t need to say more.”

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“One Christmas I ripped open a present from my parents to find a Macbook pro box. Needless to say, I was disappointed when I opened it to find a Mac (as in a coat), and a book. They thought it was hilarious. I didn’t speak to them for 6 weeks.”

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“My girlfriend bought me a Slanket. I’m a middle-aged man, with a Slanket. The worst part is I secretly love it. But it’s like the hangover from hell – after each night with the Slanket I feel really guilty the next day and tell no-one what I really did that night.”

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Don’t let them make the same mistake this year. Discover the Hudson gift guide now. 

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