The worst present I ever received was a white, button-down shirt by my grandmother. It was from Sears and of actual good quality. It wasn't so much the shirt that was a problem, it was the fact that I was the only one to get a present. My brother and sister (from a different father but my father adopted them when he married my mother and they still think of him as dad) did not, nor did my stepsister or stepbrother. I was always the favorite grandchild. I don't even think my cousins got anything. Now, my siblings didn't care. We all knew how grandma was and she was old and we were expecting it. No big deal.
My stepmother, however, did not understand. While I can see why she was upset, her explosion was not necessary. She was always trying to push me and my older siblings out. So she exploded. How dare my grandmother bring presents for one child and not anyone else. How could she possibly think that was appropriate. My grandmother fought back. She didn't have a lot of money and she felt bad not getting anyone anything and her children have so much and I do not.
We children sat there listening to all of this until my father yells at both of them, "Stop it!" and slams his fists on the counter. "It's Christmas!" He stares at both of them for a few seconds, then gets his keys and drives off. My grandmother leaves shortly after.
My father doesn't return until the next day. He had to work that night and calls my stepmother from work. He drove to West Texas (from Abilene, TX) to see the snow.