Where were we? Ah, yes~Princess Lisa called them "leftovers." Just like the bowl of Thanksgiving peas in her fridge that had wrinkled and grayed, they still hadn't reached full expiration and it would be sinful to bury them before they were fully dead.
Anyway, Princess Lisa was in charge of "finishing up" the decorating after her family had gone off to school and work~which she fully intended on doing (remember how important intentions are?) but somehow...somehow~she was distracted (bright, shiny objects) while walking past the Christmas tree (spells disaster for simple minds like Princess Lisa's) and made not even a dent in her own grooming for the day, let alone the heap of holiday cheer.
This story ends badly, friends, so I won't finish it. (body found decomposing the following year in a box of peas...I mean leftovers...I mean old crap decorations) So we'll move on to happier things...
I can't think of any right now, because my tooth is still broken and there is an impending dental appointment echoing in my brain...and also because the boxes are mocking me. And no matter how much caffeine I drink or cups of ice I chomp, I can still hear them.