There is a yearly contest in our department. I have no idea what the winners receive. It's a holiday door decorating contest. Last year the theme was "Holidays Through the Eyes of a Child". I made a Dr. Seuss-ian fireplace and hung stockings. I asked each of my colleagues to bring in a photo of themselves as kids. It was a lot of fun. We didn't win any prizes, but we bonded a little and had a good time looking at our pictures.
This year the theme is, "Musical Holiday Memories". For some reason I decided to put Elvis Presley all over our door with blue snowflakes. It's a Blue Christmas. It's weird. I know this. I really, really doubt we'll win anything, but we got a lot of comments today, especially about sexy Santa Elvis peeking around the corner of our office door.
There weren't any decorations on our hallway until I put ours up, then suddenly there was a flurry of activity on our corridor. The secretaries don't have doors, so they can adopt a door of someone who isn't likely to decorate. Just such a thing happened with my boss who came storming out of his office this afternoon. I happened to be standing nearby when he bellowed, "Hey! Who is this girl on my door?"
His secretary ran around the corner. She and I both started laughing immediately. I had tears streaming down my face as she explained it to him. She pointed out the two turtle doves, part of "The Twelve Days of Christmas". The girl on his door was Danny Partridge...in a pear tree.
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Delighted to know you can parlay the Christmas spirit into team-building, cameraderie and victimisation of managers. Sounds like a plan to me.
ReplyDeleteI work in a place where Christmas decs don't happen. It simply doesn't occur to anyone. I think there's a kind of disconnect in our subconscious, because Christmas decs (being Traditional) are all about winter, evergreens and snow, but outside it's over 25 degrees in the shade.