There are 168 hours in a week and I estimate I spend about 60 of those hours at my office. Seeing how much time we spend at our corporate home away from home, it is not surprising that we like to add a festive touch to our surroundings during the holidays.
I took a quick walk around my area and here are a few displays that caught my eye.

This is at my own desk. I like how the soft glow of the santa complements the soft glow of my computer monitor.

My cubicle-mate Tina, has a tree that one of the guys down in kiosks cut out of metal. So cool.

The folks over on the technical side of the area can always be counted on for some geeky goodies. Here is a Charlie Brown Christmas tree flanked by an LED binary clock and swirly light thingy I couldn't take my eyes off of.

And here we have... bats. Hey! Someone didn't take down their Halloween decorations yet! That happens sometimes.

This is a nice display I enjoy seeing on my way to the lunch room everyday.

All the stockings were hung by the white boards with care, with hopes that the cubicle elves, soon would be there.
I appreciate these little touches that my coworkers took the time to add. It makes the days all the brighter.
My friend Joel told me that when spring arrives in Utah, the local kids head up to the ski slopes to find objects that are left behind by the melting snow... keys, wallets, ski poles... etc.
There is something to this sort of "discovery". Lost objects become hidden treasure as found objects. Found magazine is made up of pictures of found objects. Aprille posted about found photos.

Here at the Kodak parking lot we had what I thought would be the epitome of found object hunting grounds. All during our long winter, snow plows push the parking lot snow into ginormous snow piles. I figured as these piles melted there would be a treasure trove of interesting items lost by fellow employees. As the mountains of snow began to sink I headed out with my camera.

First I stumbled upon a big piece of someone's car.
Then a beer can. (Hmmm... drinking on the job?)

And the saddest find... a lonely grubby glove.
All in all I was pretty disappointed. I don't know what I expected to find. A ransom note?... a gold doubloon?... a dismembered hand? Ah, well.
So ended my potential career as a found object collector.