We assume that some items just don't fit. Or maybe grandma got a lil' laser-pointer happy this year. The alternative is just unnatural.
And thus we are confronted with mountains of boxes in our smallish Fairfax, Virginia office, where our customer service monkeys sort and reship items back to our warehouse in New Jersey.
Every afternoon Mt. Boxmore is moved; each morning a new craggy peak appears. And our FedEx, UPS, and USPS delivery people are our friendly sherpa guides. (We <3 Chuck, Shirley, and Crazy Cross-Eyed Bob.)