Hello, my name is Chris. I’m the Director of Creative Media here at Sarreid Ltd. We’re starting 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!
‘Tis the season to stress out! The tree is the centerpiece of Christmas and the cause of numerous discussions each year—real or fake, 6 ft. or 8 ft., Blue Spruce or Fraser Fir, cut down or off the lot. We should remember the words of Larry Wilde when deciding on the tree, “Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of a child, they’re all 30 feet tall.”
When you find yourselves mindlessly stuffing your mouths with snickerdoodles as you make lists and check them 2, 3, and 4 times, remember that “stressed” is just “desserts” spelled backward.
I have so many wonderful Christmas stories and memories, ranging from my ridiculously “late-in-life revelation” regarding Santa to my children’s childhood Christmas’. Thought I’d share a few:
Hey, did you know that according to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year? Male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. And female reindeer retain their antlers until they give birth in the spring.
Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa’s reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.
We should have known… ONLY women would be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.
We were at our church’s Christmas play when I was young. The story of the birth of Christ was going perfectly until, after knocking on several doors and being told there was no room in the inn, my younger brother screamed out, “You should have made reservations!”
My nine-year-old daughter heard rumors at school that Santa wasn’t real. She asked me a big question: “Dad, now tell me the truth. Is Santa real?”
I decided to tell her we had bought all her Christmas gifts.
“Really?” she said. “You should have let Santa bring it. That way, they would have been free.”
After the Christmas pageant, I asked my 6-year-old if she remembered the gifts that the Magi brought to Jesus. She thought for a minute, then said, “Gold, frankincense, and humor.” Man, we could all use some of that!
Look, I gotta go get ready for Santa Claus. My momma always told me that he would come as long as I believed. But, when I stopped believing, he would stop coming. So…
But before I depart, May your days be merry, bright, and full of love. And next time you’re feeling stressed about the holidays, stop, count your blessings, and try to pay it forward by giving to those who need it most right now.
Merry Christmas to all!
Chris
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