The WORST (and BEST) of Christmas... ?

[Kevmac]

Hey Folks ! :)

What is the worst Christmas present you have ever received ?

and what was the best ?

Have you ever spent Christmas away from home and family ?

K. x

[Ome]

The worst presents I received would have been all those jumpers when I was a wee lad.

The best present I received was my very own Record Player, again when I was a wee lad.


Never been away through the Christmas holidays, however that will change Christmas 2009:D We have booked Florida for two weeks spending the whole festive season with Mickey and friends

[Ome]

Hey Folks ! :)

What is the worst Christmas present you have ever received ?

and what was the best ?

Have you ever spent Christmas away from home and family ?

K. x

How about you ? :D:D

[Kevmac]

.... For me , the worst Christmas present was a Navy Blue Sweater with a Rainbow design around the middle..... ??? :confused:

Best present was a Bike when I was a lad. :D

K. :wiggle:

[Knots Man]

Hey Folks ! :)

What is the worst Christmas present you have ever received ?

and what was the best ?

K. x


The best present is a no brainer. It had to be my Commodore 64 computer at the age of 11. I recall seeing all the amazing things you could do with a computer on Tomorrow's World a year or so earlier and was in total awe of it all on Christmas morning - so imagine my disappointment when I got it hooked up to my 14 inch portable TV and tape recorder (:D) only to find all it did was play silly games that did the same thing over and over again! I thought you could look up pictures for anything in the world , play music and do all sorts of really exciting stuff. However it would be another 15 years before I'd get to do all that and soon I got bored with it. Still, nothing will beat the feeling of walking into the living room to find such a humoungous treat having being left from Santa Claus.

Present-wise, the last fiteen years have been a major disappointment (especially last year's tale of the two jumpers that didn't fit me) as I unwrapped tons of shit year after year after year. However thankfully now, I'm aware that Christmas is more than just about the present giving. These days, I'd rather celebrate the real meaning of Christmas and be the one dishing out the presents instead.

However if I had to choose my worst childhood present, it would have to be a Space tent I received as an 8 year old which was inflatable. In the few hours between Santa delivering it and myself waking up, there had obviously been a puncture in the material which meant I walked in to find a collapsed tent in the centre of the living room. I swear I was inconsollable that morning :D

Fun topic ;)

[Ome]

These days, I'd rather celebrate the real meaning of Christmas and be the one dishing out the presents instead.


Fun topic ;)


Now then, the trouble with that is, you need to go out and shop before you can accomplish this :!:!:!

Speaking of which.........;)

[Knots Man]

Hey Folks ! :)

Have you ever spent Christmas away from home and family ?

K. x

I've never been away from home at Christmas however about six years ago, I was working up in Dundee in the North of Scotland and due to the fact I didn't finish work till about 4pm in the afternoon and (me being me) still had Christmas shopping to do so decided to stay in Dundee which had a huge indoor Shopping Centre where I could purchase all the family's gifts. Therefore I got my father a bottle of his favourite tipple (10 Year Old Glengoyne), a sweater (reduced in the sales), gift vouchers and a tin of biscuits for mother and all sorts of other treats for the rest of the family to hand over the following morning.

Once the last of the shops had closed two hours later, it was time to head South and more importantly head home for the holidays. However about 40 minutes into my journey, lo and behold I got a flat tyre. Due to the fact I didn't go to the Car Garage University and didn't have the proper equipment to change it myself (knot that I'd even attempt to do so), I opted for the sensible option - to call the AA!!!

Problem was though that I'd taken the wrong turn just outside of Perth and ended up on the M90. In an attempt to head back onto my proper route, I used a country road which led to Stirling (my intended destination) whenever this had happened so whenever the AA lady asked me where in the country I was, I couldn't tell her and she refused to help me saying my directions weren't detailed enough.

It was then when I had no fecking option but to walk about 500 to 600 yards backwards to check an old road sign I'd passed. My car was stranded in a lay-by at this point and although there were a few cars which had passed me on the way, they couldn't see me despite my best attempts to stop them. Fortunately I recalled passing by a dimly lit cottage and once I reached there I chapped on the door to obtain the relevant information for the very unhelpful AA. Lo and behold, the occupant of the house was an elderly frail gentleman who lived alone and invited me in. Knot only did he give me an accurate description of where I was but sat and chatted with me for almost an hour until the AA arrived and then took over.

During the course of the visit, I discovered lots of fascinating facts about the man. About how he was a former soldier drafted in at the end of the Second World War who fought in France (I think). He explained how his wife had died years earlier, how he had a son in England whom he rarely saw, how a neighbour round the corner in a nearby estate checked in reguarly and went his shopping for him but he hadn't spoken to her in a fortnight since she was hospitalised, and how he hadn't spoken to a soul for a few weeks. Although he was a very proud man, his story still saddened me somewhat that here in the 21st century, despite fighting a war for his country and having a son (who rarely bothered about him) was a man all alone at Christmas with no one to talk to and no company except for the television. It was clear he was missing his dear neighbour.

Once I said my goodbyes (deeply affected by his story) and got my car working again, I intended to go back to the man but told the AA representative his story. In the course of the conversation, the AA repairman advised me there was a small petrol garage about 2 miles away which I duly visited - knot for fuel, but for the simplest provisions. I then returned to the gentleman's home with a few loaves of bread, milk, cold meat, teabags etc etc and in the course of my goodwill got carried away and ended up giving him my father's jumper, malt whisky and my mother's shortcake. Hell I could replace those gifts the following morning which I duly did after visiting the local off licence store. The man appeared grateful by my generosity (even if the jumper was two sizes too big :D).

It wasn't far off midnight by the time I arrived home that night and I was exhausted to say the least. However I felt pretty chuffed with myself and hope that my visit to that old man convinced him there are still people out there who care and knot everyone has to be like his 'high fallooting' son.

So while I've never missed being at home for the holidays, that was the closest I ever came :)

[Knots Man]

Now then, the trouble with that is, you need to go out and shop before you can accomplish this :!:!:!

Speaking of which.........;)

I was working late tonight Sir but intend to do more shopping tomorrow night ;)

(I promise) :D

[Ome]

I've never been away from home at Christmas however about six years ago, I was working up in Dundee in the North of Scotland and due to the fact I didn't finish work till about 4pm in the afternoon and (me being me) still had Christmas shopping to do so decided to stay in Dundee which had a huge indoor Shopping Centre where I could purchase all the family's gifts. Therefore I got my father a bottle of his favourite tipple (10 Year Old Glengoyne), a sweater (reduced in the sales), gift vouchers and a tin of biscuits for mother and all sorts of other treats for the rest of the family to hand over the following morning.

Once the last of the shops had closed two hours later, it was time to head South and more importantly head home for the holidays. However about 40 minutes into my journey, lo and behold I got a flat tyre. Due to the fact I didn't go to the Car Garage University and didn't have the proper equipment to change it myself (knot that I'd even attempt to do so), I opted for the sensible option - to call the AA!!!

Problem was though that I'd taken the wrong turn just outside of Perth and ended up on the M90. In an attempt to head back onto my proper route, I used a country road which led to Stirling (my intended destination) whenever this had happened so whenever the AA lady asked me where in the country I was, I couldn't tell her and she refused to help me saying my directions weren't detailed enough.

It was then when I had no fecking option but to walk about 500 to 600 yards backwards to check an old road sign I'd passed. My car was stranded in a lay-by at this point and although there were a few cars which had passed me on the way, they couldn't see me despite my best attempts to stop them. Fortunately I recalled passing by a dimly lit cottage and once I reached there I chapped on the door to obtain the relevant information for the very unhelpful AA. Lo and behold, the occupant of the house was an elderly frail gentleman who lived alone and invited me in. Knot only did he give me an accurate description of where I was but sat and chatted with me for almost an hour until the AA arrived and then took over.

During the course of the visit, I discovered lots of fascinating facts about the man. About how he was a former soldier drafted in at the end of the Second World War who fought in France (I think). He explained how his wife had died years earlier, how he had a son in England whom he rarely saw, how a neighbour round the corner in a nearby estate checked in reguarly and went his shopping for him but he hadn't spoken to her in a fortnight since she was hospitalised, and how he hadn't spoken to a soul for a few weeks. Although he was a very proud man, his story still saddened me somewhat that here in the 21st century, despite fighting a war for his country and having a son (who rarely bothered about him) was a man all alone at Christmas with no one to talk to and no company except for the television. It was clear he was missing his dear neighbour.

Once I said my goodbyes (deeply affected by his story) and got my car working again, I intended to go back to the man but told the AA representative his story. In the course of the conversation, the AA repairman advised me there was a small petrol garage about 2 miles away which I duly visited - knot for fuel, but for the simplest provisions. I then returned to the gentleman's home with a few loaves of bread, milk, cold meat, teabags etc etc and in the course of my goodwill got carried away and ended up giving him my father's jumper, malt whisky and my mother's shortcake. Hell I could replace those gifts the following morning which I duly did after visiting the local off licence store. The man appeared grateful by my generosity (even if the jumper was two sizes too big :D).

It wasn't far off midnight by the time I arrived home that night and I was exhausted to say the least. However I felt pretty chuffed with myself and hope that my visit to that old man convinced him there are still people out there who care and knot everyone has to be like his 'high fallooting' son.

So while I've never missed being at home for the holidays, that was the closest I ever came :)


That was awesome Knots Man, a real treat to read. Probably one of the. best Christmas presents to give too. That's the type of realty you don't often get the pleasure of reading. I'm very proud of you :exit:

[Ome]

I was working late tonight Sir but intend to do more shopping tomorrow night ;)

(I promise) :D

I have every faith in you, and reading your previous post, how could I not :D:D:D

[Knots Man]

That was awesome Knots Man, a real treat to read. Probably one of the. best Christmas presents to give too. That's the type of realty you don't often get the pleasure of reading. I'm very proud of you :exit:

Cheers bud :cheers:

[Knots Man]

I have every faith in you, and reading your previous post, how could I not :D:D:D

About 3 years ago I bought virtually all my presents from a late night petrol garage after Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve so trust me, no matter what, I'll make sure I have gifts to hand over on Christmas morning :)