No, I'm not particularly partial to brown paper packages tied up in string: but I do have a soft spot for cardboard boxes, and my wife indulges me. Here is a corner in our basement, just under the stairs:
To make matters worse, there are boxes I hesitate to send there, this being a recent example (from a Christmas gift):
It should be enough that I'm enjoying the game with my daughters, but no: the box puts me in a nostalgic mood. For starters, the two hockey players on the left-hand corner harken back to the two knuckle-heads painted on the game of my youth. Besides, when we finally tire of our family tournaments, I'll want to re-box the game for safety sake. And happily married couples will be the first to tell you: it's always fun to reopen a treasured gift.