How do they get 'em IN there?

Newly discovered definition for the word 'impossible' last night between the hours of 8.30 and 9.00 PM:

Impossible: (m-ps-bl)
adj.
"The process of re-inserting one's Christmas lights into the original boxes from whence they came."

How the hell do they get them in there in the first place?!  This is the second year that I have officially been a 'home-owner' and the first year that I've ventured to dangle luminaries from my eaves.  I managed to stuff a couple of small strings most of the way back into the boxes, but gave up on any others.  A quick trip to the basement yielded an empty diaper box.  Armed with that and a roll of hockey sock tape (left over from festooning Dad-in-Law's car with plastic carnations for the wedding), each remaining string of lights was wrapped around hand and elbow - in much the same way that my extension cords are stored - secured with several rounds of tape and deposited ceremoniously in the diaper box, ready to be removed and used again next year.

In other news, tonight will be the third week that Declan and I will be heading to our swimming lessons.  If all progresses well, he may even be dunking his head under water this evening.  (Still gotta grab me a disposable underwater camera sometime within the next 7 weeks to capture some of this magic on film...)