the worst are the "Stealth puns" that don't hit you for days, or even weeks! ;-)
Sing it from the rafters, Jim! :)
For the rest:
May their Christmas dinner be so cold that it has lumps of ice and taste so bad that it has to be served with a glass of Pepto-Bismol, and a side dish of Tums. (Stomach pump optional.)
May they not have a day off from work from December first, till the end of February and have every bit of overtime the boss can dump on them, no matter how sick they claim to be.
May they catch the wrath of everyone they work with, irate customers, and the neighbors who think you destroyed their decorations.
May their dogs bite them, their cats scratch them, and their kids embarrass them when their son announces, in front of the whole extended family that he is working in drag, and their daughter (not to be outdone) reveals that she is a cheap hooker.