Hello, my name is Chris. I’m the Director of Creative Media here at Sarreid Ltd. We’ve started a new segment here on the blog (as you’ve undoubtedly noticed, (duh!) called Chris’ Corner. It all began because I write internal documents to our constituents that seem to entertain. I’ll make you exactly two promises in this Corner. One, I don’t know furniture the way that I’m sure 100% of you reading this article do, and over the coming months, that will become indubitably obvious. And two, that you will find these articles light-hearted, sometimes humorous, sometimes informative, sometimes emotional, sometimes trivial, sometimes personal, and almost always an irreverent break from the industry norm. With that said, I cordially and humbly invite you into Chris’ Corner!
Memories of Thanksgiving are a delectable embrace of times gone by, and for most, holiday traditions are a legendary part of family get-togethers.
As I write this, I’m 56 years old with two fully grown, beautiful daughters of my own – but Oh!, how I cherish the memories of sitting at the Kid’s Table on Thanksgiving. In honor of those times, I dedicate the following thoughts to the upside of sitting at this most prestigious place setting.
The Kid’s Table
Come every Thanksgiving, you can bet one thing’s for sure,
The adults sit at one table, and the kids are left to endure.
Tiny chairs and smaller plates,
Where laughter reigns, where fun awaits.
For THIS is the kids’ table.
At Thanksgiving, it’s quite the scene,
The kid’s table, where mischief convenes.
The grown-ups chatter, sip their wine,
While at our table, antics entwine.
Turkey legs and cranberry fights,
And mashed potato mountains reach incredible heights.
Gone went the time waiting for
Our uncle to cut the turkey
Or for Grammy to pass the gravy,
the color’s a bit murky—
C’mon, move it lady!
At the kids’ table, we’re much more agile
And have fewer plates to pass around.
Less fussing, more eating,
And not a single care of any gained pounds.
We giggle, we squabble, we spill some gravy,
Pass the peas, oh, isn’t this wavy?
Aunties and uncles, they do their part,
But we’re the masters of culinary art.
We share our tales of schoolyard glee,
Of friendships, jokes, and ABCs.
Noisy, chaotic, a joyful din,
The kid’s table—where victories begin.
Though we’re small and the chairs are tight,
We’re the rulers of this fine night.
Our laughter echoes, and our joy takes flight,
At the kid’s table, where everything’s just right.
So, let the grown-ups debate and confer,
We’re the legends in this cozy blur.
Thanksgiving’s magic, sweet and able,
And at the heart of it all
The kids’ table!
It’s where my heart will forever be.
The kids’ table: where I can just be…
Me.
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