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? Whatever it is, you can check it on uber promo code not first ride for safety travels.

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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