Everyone (who celebrates Christmas) just unpacked all their decorations, and realized, once again, the sad state of their holiday storage situation.
Haggard boxes. Stray cookie tins turned ornament vessel. Cracked bins. And oh, good lord almighty, the lights. The state of the lights was almost enough to cause them to have an aneurism, or at the very least some serious marital anguish.
But this is the year! They’ve decided. This is the year that when it comes down, it gets put away carefully, beautifully, safely. This is the year they procure the necessary storage. In advance! In anticipation!
P.S. For everything else: clear, weathertight totes