Ok…I am enjoying my holiday morning…but…did anyone else get a gift they truthfully don’t want or need… but can’t get rid of or exchange?
I don’t really watch TV much. DH bought a new large TV for our family gift. Keep in mind…I’m the only other person who lives here. I’m sure he will enjoy it…and that’s fine…but I sure won’t!
And I did NOT get my tickets for the vacation to Hawaii in my stocking.
Bah humbug.
Not a Scrooge, but I’m still trying to figure out why the salt lamp and a pie venting bird from one relative. Maybe regifted. Or maybe a hint to send a specific list with links like the rest of the family.
Haven’t opened gifts yet, I have to finish cooking!
I just love to watch everyone else open their gifts – especially the ones I bought for them. Everyone was happy with what I got, so I’m happy. My expectations for what I myself will receive are very low. So I’m never disappointed.
Seriously, my DH and both sons were very thoughtful.
I’m excited and hope my loved ones will enjoy what we got them.
Our kids bought us a water rower for exercise and is having it shipped to our home. We were able to try it out at my folks’ retirement community and agreed we would use it and find space for it in our home.
Since I bought my own gift this year, I’m THRILLED! I’m heading to Hawaii to visit my D in her new home - she’d been in NYC for 10 years, with a 1 year break in London. Cannot wait to see her, and her new locale!
Wait, your D’s in NYC but also in HI? That’s confusing but glad you’re happy and will be seeing her.
I gave toys to young kids, cash (brand new bills, no re-gifted bills) to teens and young adults. I don’t give gift to older relatives.
^ @HImom - I edited it to read she’D been in NYC - past. Now in HI - (I re-read before I post, but that one slipped by)
Well, it’s nippy for us here, so you may wish to bring a light jacket for A/C and wind. 
At a party with my friends, we had a gift game white elephant sort of thing. The limit was $20. I got $20 worth of Post-It notes. Whoever thought that was a fun gift, I don’t know.
Well, here’s my scroogie gripe: two extended family members gave husband and me many bottles of wine for Christmas. Nice I guess, and I know it is the thought that counts, but I don’t drink alcohol so…Merry Christmas, husband! (and it was MY side of the family who knows very well that I don’t drink wine) 
Doschicos, cook with that wine. You can make delicious beef bourguignon, coq au vin, fruit poached in wine.
I’m with Thumper1 - my husband exasperates me lately (he used to be a great gift giver, but he must have conked his head or something in the last few years and lost that ability). He has no clue what size I wear (even though it hasn’t changed in 20 years and he could just look in our closet to check) - so he got me three clothing items in a size way too small for me that I had to give to one of my daughters. So I ended up with basically one small gift from him that was useful.
I’m an awful person, I know - but when we opened our one Christmas eve gift last night (he selected which one I should open) - there was a beautiful sweater inside that I just loved - then I peeked at the label, and yep, two sizes too small. I was so exasperated that I actually said, “this is really pretty, but it won’t fit me.” He said, “Oh, well, X can have it.” And then he insisted that I had told him that was the size I wore. :-/ No I didn’t.
This is one of those times when I had to remind myself to appreciate his other good qualities (he did all the shopping for our holiday food and he just now put the turkey in the oven for our Christmas dinner) and just accept that he is gifting challenged.
Lest I sound like a totally ungrateful scrooge, I was very happy with a wonderful gift my oldest daughter made me - a DIY thing where she wrote meaningful quotes, jokes, and funny family anecdotes (complete with tiny illustrations) on colorful Popsicle sticks and put them in a jar she also lovingly decorated. She included two little scrolls from her and her sister where they wrote the reasons they loved us (and not surprisingly, me being tactful and gracious was NOT one of them 
). She also gave me a beautiful piece of her artwork. And my youngest gave me a very nice hoodie that was just my style and size. So, I did get some great gifts, just not from H.
@“Cardinal Fang” It won’t go to waste. Husband will drink it and it’s probably too nice to cook with but it is more the lack of consideration for my preferences from people I’ve known my whole life that irks me. It’s like giving cigarettes to a non-smoker. Oh, well.
It’s not too nice to cook with. You should cook with good wine. If the wine is a present for both of you, use your part to make delicious food. (I’m with you on the annoyance about lack of consideration from people who’ve known you all your life, though.)
Really don’t care what I get. I don’t need anything, so whatever. I just don’t want more “stuff.” I’m in a less is more place in my life. I guess that’s my bah humbug and makes me not very fun to buy for . . . . but the gifts I gave were all a big hit this year, so very happy about that. Even the wearables fit everyone perfectly and nothing needs to be taken back. Yay!
I start my doctoral exams tomorrow so we decided not to do Christmas until January. I am done with the exams on Jan 6 so we’re celebrating that weekend with Mr R’s family and MLK weekend with mine.
My Scrooge gripe- his family continues to send us Christmas cards calling me Mrs. MrR’sFirstName MrR’sLastName. It’s just disrespectful.
We’re not really doing gifts this year so nothing to gripe about. We got to spend a day with Mr R’s cousins who live in CA. They’re the only family of his that I like and we’re very close. That was the best Christmas gift I could’ve asked for.
I’ve been married for 30 years and my own mother insists on calling me Mrs. HisName when she introduces me. Now that her dementia is getting worse, maybe she’ll forget I’m married and call me by my right name.
This year my H gave all of us … nothing. Well, he did purchase, on my instructions, a pair of nesting tables for D and his GF on Wayfair. Nothing at all for me or S’s godfather.
What a prince.