Second Worst Christmas Present Ever

The winner of my give-away has been announced. She was given the worst Christmas present ever. I thought that no-one could beat my own, but she succeeded. And I forgot to even tell you what mine was. So here it is:

Long before I met Mr WF I was dating a guy whose gransmother used to always buy matching present for me, his sister and sister-in-law. They were usually a bit tacky not generally not too offensive. One year, she decided to make us a present. She got a tacky doll (imagine a budget Barbie-type doll) and attached some weird plastic mesh around it to form a skirt, which she then embroidered. It was vile. But, to make matters worse, before I got a chance to upwrap the present, their dog had be caught chewing some of the presents under the tree. Mine was the one worst damaged. I opened a weird plastic doll-type thing that had bits hanging off and bite marks all over it. It looked like something out of Bride of Chucky (not that I’ve ever watched it) and was really quite terrifying.

If I had a picture of it I would post it here (although it would probably give you nightmares) but as I dont you will just have to use your imagination…