The oddest thing I ever bought on Boxing Day was a vintage typewriter I found in a tiny store with significant discounts. I purchased it on a whim because I was drawn to its sentimental appeal and the thought of using it as a journaling tool or as a decorative accent for my home office. It has a straightforward but profound backstory: I had been moved by tales of great writers using similar devices to write their works, and having one felt like a tiny nod to that creative past. It's now a treasured addition to my desk and a conversation starter.
An electric scooter. It was selling for an unbeatable price and I wanted to experience what riding one was like. This was back in 2012 when electric scooter were still in their infancy. It turned out to be a terrible quality scooter with a max speed of about 7kph and so I eventually ending up throwing it in the trash.