The only question is, "Which season?" It used to be the calendar that sent the alert. But things have gotten all jumbled up. Halloween stuff in summer. Christmas stuff before Halloween. And poor Thanksgiving just trying to carve out a week for itself. Darryl has learned that it really doesn't matter which season- they all require trips to the attic. Some more than others, but all the seasons are stuffed. Might it be time embrace the pared down meaning of trim?