As many of you know, I’m Santa – or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof And while I’ve been used as a corporate spokes-icon for generations, I personally try to stay above picking one company over another in the mad rush for holiday dollars. After all, it’s supposed to be about the spirit of giving.
Well, there is one company I’d like to recommend. If you have a small child, know of someone with a small child, or basically are a child at heart, consider giving them this year a Stuffie.
If you watch cable television, you know the commercials. They’re relentless, heavily advertised, with the little jingle based around their catchphrase:
Stuffies: It’s What’s Inside That Counts ™
What a Stuffie is is a stuffed animal with a lot of extra pockets sewn in, for kids to store all the little treasures of youth children find fascinating (and which, strangely, Santa Claus types do as well). Seven different pockets in all, capable of holding anything from a rock all the way up to a full size story book.
“Okay, so they have a cute product idea,” I can hear you saying out there on the Interweb. “What makes them any different?”
Remember, I’m Kris Kringle. I take the role serious. I consider, when I don the suit, I am a guardian of the holiday spirit of generosity. Yes, Christmas is about bringing joy and wonder to children, who are our future, but as we note in Miracle on 34th Street, when we see someone do something good, we should encourage it.
The folks at Stuffies just did A Very Good Thing. Not a big thing. But for one lucky child, it may make their Christmas.
I have a grandson and decided to order him a Stuffie for Christmas – a monkey, his favorite animal. So I placed my order last Friday.
This afternoon, as I was going through the receipt, I noticed I’d made a mistake. Instead of ordering expedited shipping, I’d ordered standard. It would get to me here in Florida in time, but I won’t be in Florida. I’ll be in Seattle.
So I called the company. After five minutes on hold, I talked to “Diana 279.” I explained the situation, and asked if I could reroute the order.
She then asked where I wanted it to go, and I gave her my new destination. She took that down, and then absolutely, totally surprised, floored and charmed me in.
Diana looked at the computer on her end, and told me, unfortunately, there was no way to change it. The order was bundled to ship via UPS and once on its way, there was no stopping it. So, instead, she processed a second order at no extra charge and assured me it will ship and deliver to the Seattle address in time for Santa to put it under the tree Christmas eve.
“So when do you need me to return the first Stuffie?”
I swore I could hear Diana smile on the other side. “Oh, no, sir. You don’t. Go ahead and donate it to someone who needs a toy this holiday. It’s what Santa would want you to do.”
My jaw hit the table. I tried to give the young lady payment information, but she said, no, the company was good with me donating the Stuffie, and that I would know the right person to give it to.
I thanked Diana, and hung up. And started writing.
I have a line in Miracle that says:
Christmas is not about pushing toys. You work so hard to make things look shinier and go faster, in order to beat your competition, that you lose what the spirit of giving is all about.
Well, the folks at Stuffies are working at being more generous. They have the real Christmas spirit. And so I heartily and enthusiastically recommend you consider them for your Christmas gift list.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
You can see and order your own Stuffies at www.Stuffies.com
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