My parents tend to be a little off, but this year it didn't affect me too badly. Sure, there were the stockings (rubber bouncy balls, reindeer boxing pens, Legos, an unidentifiable cheap ornament thingy, and of course a toothbrush) which prove they really want grandchildren and will continue to treat us like we're six until they get some. But the best/worst gift went to my brother:
A rain outfit. He walks to work daily, sometimes in inclement weather. Instead of getting him, you know, an umbrella, they bought him a head-to-toe rain outfit to wear over his work clothes. Apparently it is a very nice, very expensive rain outfit, the type that hikers might wear during monsoon season. He does not live anywhere near the equator. This is hysterical.