My husband actually asked for socks, but I got him the more interesting things off his list. He bought me a vacuum (actually, a new Roomba).
We’ve been married too long! 
A dear friend of mine got a divorce.
I received a bottle of carbonated dandelion and burdock beverage. I don’t yet know what category of gift it falls into.
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Sigh. I am an ungrateful bitch, I know. But what the hell is it with the baby clothes? We are drowning in baby clothes! Stop buying us baby clothes!
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Uh, yeah, there is no way to stop that, sorry. It’s a feature, not a bug.
My wife, mixed in with a number of very nice gifts, got me a small magnifying glass, because she saw me trying to read the serial number on the back of my new iPhone last month.
Sheesh.
(And, by the way, would it kill Apple to put the damned number in, say, eight-point type?)
Hey, hey! I gave someone an antique, domed, magnifying glass paperweight! I found it an irresistible object, a lovely weight, I couldn’t put it down, or leave it behind. They had two. I bought them both.
HOLLA! I got bronchitis, a trip to Urgent Care and a Z-Pack.
I dare you to roll up all the yarn and give it back to her next Christmas.
But… His legs move as you cut! 
Are you just dead inside, or what?
Yeah, but he should really beat cymbals too.
Double dog dare.
Very thoughtful, but I’m having all sorts of fun imagining how you gift wrap 1/4 of a cow and put it under the tree. Under some Nightmare Before Christmas circumstances, this could be the Worst Present Ever.
Triple dog dare.
Fentiman’s? Love that stuff!
That’s the one.
Believe me, it’s tempting, although if I do go to the trouble of unraveling all the yarn then I know plenty of other people who’d be capable of putting it to good use.
Not shitty, but confusing. My mom bought me a $50 gift certificate to my favorite yarn store. I was so happy. Yay for Yarn! Then she went on to say that they had so many beautiful shawl pins there that she shouldn’t decide which on to get me so I could pick it out for myself. 
Then she went on to say how she remembered how I was talking about how much I wanted one for the shawl I made. Even more on my part. Now I feel like I have to buy a shawl pin for myself even though I don’t want one.
Lamia Top tip! Fortunately, I’ve finally managed to alienate everyone I know, so it hasn’t been an issue for a couple of years now. It also means less xmas cards to write. Bliss.
I think so; it’s a bit of a faff, though, to get them posted, to be honest, especially as the receipts have already gone out with the recycling. I’d rather just toss them in the Oxfam bag and take them up to the charity shop along with the next load of books in a few weeks.
We need to return most of my husband’s haul. It’s what he gets for being so difficult to shop for.
He got some kind of one-cup coffee-making thing from Starbucks. Nice try, but since he does like coffee, he’s pretty much got all his coffee-making needs completely covered.
He also got a sushi-making kit, complete with mats, chopsticks, book, and DVD. He likes sushi, I understand where the giver was going with this, but it’s really just not going to happen.
Lastly, he got several packages of different-flavored bacon (with impending expiration dates). Unfortunately he didn’t care for the flavor of the one he tried and we have enough bacon in the house already to make it until spring.
Came into office this morning to find a lovely box of chocolate on my desk - a gift from my boss.
My boss is fully aware that I cannot have chocolate. We joked about it just last week.