"It's from me! I knew you'd like it because you mentioned liking music at the water cooler."
Costing less than $20, this gift comes from someone you've only talked to at meetings or in a break room. This mandatory tradition becomes a guessing game that has no winners, only mildly amused colleagues. It's not a "bad" gift but you'll never use it and three years from now it'll be discovered in a drawer you're cleaning out before you move out of your apartment.
"Is that the Assassin's Creed Black Flag you wanted?"
This is less of a gift and more of someone running an errand for you without asking to be paid back. Your family member asked you what you wanted, you told them, and they bought it. End of transaction. God forbid they try to get creative and "get you something better." This will only lead to you faking a smile and thanks while you secretly plot to return your botched present when no one's looking.
"This is for you...oh...that's fine I don't need a gift."
Uh oh, that person you met at that party that one time just gave you a box covered with colorful paper. Maybe they're just showing you how good they are at wrapping things. Nope. This is a gift for you and now - through no fault of your own - you feel like an asshole. You don't even know this person's last name yet they felt it was necessary to spend money on you. You can say, "Thanks, I haven't wrapped yours yet," but then you'll just be digging yourself a deeper hole. Your best move is to open it, smile, and pretend you like things purchased at Dollar Tree.
*Santa does not count as this person.
"It's made with powdered sugar and flavorless items that hold powdered sugar!"
Puppy chow, reindeer food, white trash, it has many names but they all mean the same thing, you're going to be developing diabetes by eating this. Once a year it becomes relevant to cover Chex Mix with powdered sugar and give it to everyone who crosses your path. With bags upon bags in your house you wonder if it's possible to consume that much sugar without passing into a coma. That is until you somehow find yourself polishing off the last morsel of addictive powdery goodness by sundown. God bless the human pancreas.
"This is for you...technically."
Nothing says, "Let's celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ together," like a present you use for boning. While giving gifts makes a person feel good in their heart, this gift also makes that person feel good a little lower. Fuzzy handcuffs, fuzzy underwear, and other fuzzy things that are best left unmentioned, this gift will make your "adult box" look like you hunt rare red and green animals. Enjoy them to your heart's content, then lie to your parents when they ask what you got for Christmas from your "special friend."