All I got for Christmas was this Joey McIntyre button, circa 1988

Actually, I made out pretty well this Christmas. I got a fluffy-soft white robe that I haven't taken off since I opened it, some fun As Seen on T.V. pasta cooker, wrist weights, a stocking full of my favorite salt-water taffy, Jeff framed ALL of my ABBA records, and the grand finale was a frickin' fancy Casio keyboard that I'm actually a little intimidated by. Even the keys light up. But if you got a shit-tastic gift, your not alone. Maybe you'll feel better after you visit the bad gift emporium!