That is one beautiful tote. I like to collect totes whenever I can. I do have one that holds a lot of my stuff but I also have others that have one project in each so that when I need something to take along, I know I can just grab a tote and I'm all set. No digging for the right size hook; no looking for the pattern that goes with a certain yarn; it's all there.
My grandparents had one of those silver aluminum trees. They also had one of those color wheels with four colors on it that we would set in front of the tree and watch the silver change to blue to red to yellow to green. My fondest memories of Christmas were spent at my grandparents. I recall my next-to-last time with them very well. It was Christmas 1985 and my daughter, the first great-grandchild, was 10 weeks old. They were so proud of her and my grandfather just couldn't stop staring at her. He fell in love with her. The next Christmas, 1986, was so very different. My grandfather turned 80 on the 19th, passed away on the 22nd and his funeral was on the 24th, Christmas Eve. We really didn't know what to do that night or the next morning. My grandmother had Alzheimers and didn't really know who any of us were. All she knew was that every morning when she got up she would get her suitcase and wait for my grandfather to come pick her up so they could make the drive home (which was another state) for the holidays as he had gotten leave for the holidays. She was thinking it was the early 1940's, before my mom came along.
I still think about them every year around this time as November 24th was their anniversary, and when they got married, it was Thanksgiving Day, just like it was this year.