43. Bad Gifts, Good Memories
My husband got two rolls of pennies from my Grandma for Christmas. That same year she gave my mom, a nonsmoker, a tin of tobacco. When my mom complained, she gave her a calendar that was three years old. My son got a hairbrush wrapped in a Pringles can. He was two and cried because he really wanted the chips…Haha. I hit the jackpot though; I got a bottle of vodka.
She always gave us weird gifts. It was her thing. Now that she’s gone, I miss seeing what Christmas gifts she would be bringing. It was a good laugh.
