My first Christmas after my divorce, I wasn't in the mood to celebrate, and my Christmas gifts (though were given with good intentions) were not very helpful in cheering me up:
I received two end tables and a coffee table... I don't own a couch or an armchair or a futon... you get the idea.
The last gift (the sister who didn't give it to me is still laughing at my reaction) was a cookbook and as I read the title I said, "Hahaha. Ah. Oh. Cooking for One??!" The sister who bought it realized her error in judging the gift at that moment with the look of disbelief on my face.
It's funny now looking back at it. But also a lesson learned on the part of my family. . . what not to get for gifts.