I cry at commercials. I don’t normally bawl at commercials.
Until this year.
This whole keepsake ornament campaign you’re running? Allow me to hand over my credit card so I can give you the applause you deserve.
The one with the little girl doing the victory dance after she makes a goal? And then her parents buy the soccer goal ornament?
Gargantuan amount of tears. Messy snotty tears.
Because that’s exactly what the moosh would have done.
So, the moosh asked Santa for a big big Cinderellla Dress and big big Cinderella shoes and a big big Cinderella crown.
Guess the ONLY present the moosh is getting from Santa?
Then I walk into my local Hallmark store and guess what ornament is hanging there?
Remember the moosh’s birthday cake?
Remember that the moosh got a dress and a doll and a movie that matched the moosh’s birthday cake?
Your marketing is impeccable.
I was honestly shedding tears while purchasing these ornaments. Shedding tears over the cheesy memories that are going to come from these ornaments for dozens of years from this Christmas. Shedding tears over my own personal Hallmark moment.
Hallmark, dudes, wow.
Love and kisses,
P.S. If I just happen to end up living in Kansas City in a couple years, hire me. Okay? I’d be the best thing that ever happened to your company. You let me know who to talk to. Honestly.