Lisa and Luke have really nice, elegant coloured balls over their desks. If there's any contest for best decorations, they get my vote: it's tasteful, aesthetically pleasing and one could argue that it fits the company's "bold simplicity" focus.
But now I'm surrounded by thick ropes of tinsel and lit-up plastic Santas and candy canes, which fortunately aren't flashing.
I'm not hemmed in, though. I half expected someone to enlist my help, or insist that tinsel be draped behind my monitor and wound around the CAT-5 pole like the Martians' red weed, only multicoloured, with glinting strands flickering in the soft aircon breeze...
