Happy Boxing Day!!!

Good morning, friends!  I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, as did we.  We enjoyed family and friends, baking & cooking, giving and receiving, but I have to say I am exhausted, and quite ready for the holidays to be over.  I need a break in order to put my house back into some semblance of order!  But as we have many friends in Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa and the UK, I would like to wish them all a Happy Boxing Day!

BoxingNo no no no no … not that kind of boxing!  Boxing Day is on December 26th, the day after Christmas, and it is a bank holiday in the UK and Canada.  A brief bit about the origins of Boxing Day …

There are a few competing stories for the origin of the name, and while none are definitive, the one that seems most commonly accepted is that the day after Christmas was when servants of the wealthy were given time off to visit their family, as they were needed to work on Christmas Day. Each servant would be given a box to take home with food, a bonus and gifts. In Britain, it was a custom for tradespeople to collect “Christmas boxes” of money or presents on the first weekday after Christmas as thanks for good service throughout the year.

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So how do our friends up north and across the big pond celebrate Boxing Day?  I went ‘in search of …’ and came up with some fun things, though I strongly suspect that most people spend the day recuperating from Christmas.  Let’s look at a few …

There is an annual barrel rolling race in Grantchester, Cambridgeshire

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Until 2004 when the UK imposed a ban on foxhunting, it used to be a tradition on Boxing Day

Boxing-Day-2.jpgI understand that sports are big on boxing day, with horse racing and football.  But remember that what they call ‘football’ is actually what we in the U.S. refer to as soccer.  I asked one of my friends across the pond once, when he mentioned ‘football’ if he was referring to the kind with an ovoid pigskin ball where large people try to kill one another, or the kind that is played with a geometric-patterned black & white ball.  I was informed in no uncertain terms that he was referring to ‘real’ football and that what we called football was but a cheap knock-off. I never made that mistake again!

soccerAnd then there is shopping.  One article I read compared Boxing Day shopping with Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, in the U.S.  Apparently all the stores have huge sales.  But my question here is … who has any money after Christmas?

shoppingAnd so, to our friends across the big pond, however you spend Boxing Day, I hope it is a fun and/or relaxing day for you!  Happy Boxing Day!!!

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On a totally unrelated note, my friend Choosing reminded me that last year I held a contest for Idiot of the Year, and she asked if I would be doing the same this year.  OF COURSE I AM!  I had thought about it in November, and then it slipped my mind, so thank you, Choosing, for the reminder.  I hope to have the post out no later than Thursday so you can cast your votes. Meanwhile, who knows … I may just be able to come up with one last idiot to finish up the year!

38 thoughts on “Happy Boxing Day!!!

  1. I love the diversity on display in your picture of the shoppers! When I got to work today I had about 50 minutes to kill, so I decided to look up Boxing Day. I had forgotten what Boxing Day is and needed a reminder. I should have waited for your post!

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    • Yes, as I sometimes say, “so many idiots, so little time”. 😀 And as re the shopping … I always knew you were a smart lady! You couldn’t pay me enough to entice me out in the cold just to spend hours in a sea of human bodies!

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  3. Should read “Ukrainian Easter Eggs”. My mother, who was 100% eastern European, being from that area that was “owned” by a different nation every 5 to 10 years (Poland, Ukraine, Germany, Russia, Lithuania, even Rome, France and Mongolia at various times, so nationality was a real mixed bag, lol). I call her Polish, because that is where her hometown would be today if it had not been bombed to smithereens during WWII, and so no longer exists except for a sign on the side of a road.

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      • Actually, she and her family (mother, father, 3 sisters, 1 brother) fled Europe in the early 20s, bringing only their most valuable possessions. They settled in Winnipeg. The girls all became housewives, my uncle ended up being the Head Chef for Canadian National Railways Hotel Division, working in just about every top CN hotel in Canada, including Winnipeg, Banff, Lake Louise, Montreal, etc. My mother, unfortunately, married a monster of a man, had 9 live children in 13 years plus 1 more 5 years later. She contracted cancer of the womb in 1956, and died a painful death in 1958 when I was 9 years old. Truthfully, I think her death was her escape from her husband. She protected her kids as best she could, but when she got angry she could be meaner than he ever was. But I think she learned that from him, she was a very gentle soul when allowed to be…
        As for memories of Europe, she never told us anything. She said they were private, and I can only think that her own upbringing was not much better than mine. For me, that cycle ended with me. I never had any kids. Of two step-children, one was a button-pusher, and twice during our life together she pushed me beyond my capacity to ignore her efforts. I regret both those times, and tell myself I should have been stronger. I did not damage her physically in any way, but lifetimes of suppressed anger escaped from my being, I was not a nice human being those days. (Not sure how I got from Boxing Day memories to memories of me as a step-father, but it happened, and I will not hide it away. I will regret losing control of my feelings until the day I die, but I cannot go back and change them. They are a part of who I am.

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          • Sort of just came out. But that was a long time ago, and although childhood incidents are still a part of me, I do not let them define me. Only I can define me, and over the intervening years I have strived to make that definition one I can be proud of for eternity.

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              • Thank you, Jill. I too believe we are friends together, and friends do not always have to agree. That said, I have yet to meet the person in the world who thinks enough like me to agree with everything I say and do, …except for me. I walk where I choose to walk, do what I choose to do, and say what I choose to say. Even when I am one living being against the billions in the world today. And especially when I am the lone voice crying in the wilderness. This may seem arrogant, or narcissistic, or even stupid, but I have spent my life getting to know who I am, and what I believe in. And one BEING I do believe in is YOU Jill. I hear in your words much truth, and much bravery to speak that truth. To put it another way, I hear YOU in what you communicate, and I feel spiritually connected to you, even though our belief systems are not always congruent and parallel.
                ‘Nuff said

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  4. Hi Jill,
    When I grew up (in “Canada) Boxing Day was exactly what the words say, a day for boxing (or putting into boxes) all the trappings of xmas, and storing them away till the next xmas season. This was especially true for all the tree ornaments, which were handed down from generation to generstion–they were made from blown glass, and we’re extremely fragile. They had to be carefully wrapped in tissue paper, put into individual boxes, and then into a non-crushable heavy duty cardboard or wooden box to preserve them. Gifts were also boxed up and made ready for travel. In the frontier days, travel was done by Red River carts, big ox-pulled wagons with 2 huge wooden wheels and no shock absorbers. Every bump jarred anything in the cart, and could break bones, let alone fragile ornaments if they too were being transported. Everything breakable had to be well-“boxed”.
    I realize this tradition has little or no connection to Boxing Day in Britain (especially since we were Metis–half French, half-aboriginal, so no ties to England except possibly the putting of things into boxes) but still we spoke English, and we called it Boxing Day.
    And that is a piece of history I had all but forgot, until you brought up the origins of the holiday. (By the way, since it took all day to do that careful boxing, no one could go to work that day, and thus it became an actual “holiday” of its own, completely seperate from xmas “day”!) So, Jill, thank you for the memories. I would probably not have remembered them without your theme for todsy’s blog.
    But, now you have me wondering whatever happened to those ornaments. Being the 9th of 10 kids, nothing from that time was ever handed-down to me, but someone must have inherited them. They were all hand-painted with intricate designs, almost like Ukrainian East Eggs. If they still exist somewhere they would each be worth a fortune…

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    • Wow!!! Thank you for that fascinating insight! I love the mental images it brought to mind. As I was reading your comment, I was going to ask if you still had those ornaments, but then you answered my question. Surely one of your siblings must have them? Thanks again … I very much enjoyed sharing your walk down memory lane.

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  5. Dear Jill,

    I am not one of those smart women who would avoid the sales as I’d be right in front the lines. It can be a fun family event. We would eat leftovers but take time to do some charitable giving. I would donate those gifts that I truly was not going to use or enjoy. Then I’d go to enjoy a show of some kind.

    Then I would RIP for the rest of the week.

    Happy Holidays and group hugs, Gronda

    Hugs, Gronda

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    • I will pass on the shopping, for I am not much of a shopper under the best of circumstances. In fact, on the rare occasions I consent to go to the mall with my girls, they are wise enough to park me at a Starbucks with a good book while they go about their shopping. 🙂 But the rest of your week appeals to me, for I am worn out and ready for some “do nothing” days.
      Hugs!!!

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