Plastic boxes are bulky and too big for our little storeroom that’s already packed to the ceiling with books, an old typewriter, pots and pans (we only put out what we use so it would be easier to lug stuff up in case flooding happens), coolers, old cameras, colored bottles and stuff we collected but aren’t ‘collectibles” in the valuable sense. If there is a God of Small Things, He/She would be in there. I love that book, though I am using the phrase here for literally small things. Christmas, to me, is a small thing that gets its big deal-ness from helping us defy the big things (life issues) for a while. Know what I mean?