Oh no folks. Those are the real deal. They may be shoved into old shoe boxes, or Costco sized Carnation Instant Breakfast boxes, or once perfectly square now not so much old stepped on priority mail boxes from the garage, but they are presents ("Aww - what I've always wanted! Potato Flakes!").
Over the years our presents have always had to be kept up and away. On top of kitchen cabinets. Filling up bookshelves. Piled on top of the fridge. Anywhere that would keep them just far enough away from little curious toddler hands. Toddler hands that love to rip open paper prior to December 25th.
I thought everybody did that.
Or maybe everybody else has better parenting skills than me and knows how to teach self restraint at age 2. Or 33. But now that there aren't any itty bitties in da houzz the tradition hasn't died. Now, aside from the practical side it has a...well....another practical side called Mama is too cheap to spend money buying crap to decorate the mantel that she could be spending somewhere else buying neccessities like Potbelly sugar cookies.