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Hi, I have a gift giving story about my husband’s family. I’ve been married to my wonderful, crazy and sick sense of hummered husband for sixteen years and he and his nutty family never stop shocking me. Every year, until we moved to another state, my husband myself and our two kids would get together with all of his family on Christmas Eve.

It’s a big group with his mom, two sisters and everyone’s better halves and the thirteen grandkids. As part of our Christmas tradition the adults would do a white elephant gift exchange. You probably know what this is. Each person gets something from around their house that they don’t want any more and they wrap it up to give away.

We drew numbers out of a hat and the first person would pick a gift. The next person could trade for an opened gift that they liked or choose a new one. It can get quite violent and nasty. All in the Christmas spirit of course. Sometimes the gifts themselves became a tradition. I recall the same summer sausage being passes around for several years in a row. If we ever tried to eat it we would probably end up in the hospital.

My hubby’s family even took the opportunity to get quite creative with some of the gifts and my sister in law made a tee shirt with a picture of my brother in law’s big hair back side printed on it!

By the end of the night we were always roaring with laughter and this tradition was always a highlight of Christmas for us. Most of us took all year to plot what we would give next Christmas.

Well one year, shortly before Christmas, my husband’s dear old grandmother passed away. It defiantly put a somber mood on the holiday but we went ahead with the festivities and tried to keep the spirits up. Christmas Eve would not be complete without our white elephant gift exchange and as we began some of our old favorites came out. Petrified summer sausage……Big hair ass shirt…..They were funny but something was missing.

Anyway, it was my turn to choose a gift and I decided to chance it and pick a new box form the pile. This is always a dangerous choice but I was feeling a bit froggy and gave it a shot. The box was pretty, sometimes the wrapping was as dangerous as the gift, so I should have known something was up.

I tore open the wrapping and opened the tissue and there was a big pair of granny panties. Not just any granny panties. They were The granny panties! My sister in law wrapped up a pair of their dead grannies panties.

I was in SHOCK!

There was absolute silence. Were we going to laugh or cry hysterically? Well the giggling started slowly and just kept building until we were all rolling on the floor in hilarity. That gift was so sick! What else could we do but crack up laughing? Grannies panties made a return visit to our Christmas tradition for several years. I think it was a great tribute to her and the nutty sense of humor her family has.

Submitted by Tamara