Happy Boxing Day!!! – Redux

Today’s post is a re-run of last year’s Boxing Day post, in part for the same reasons you will read in the first paragraph below!  My house is a disaster, I am exhausted and in pain from having done something or other to my back yesterday, the laundry has piled up, and I need a break!  But the other reason is that this was a fun and educational post, and perhaps there are some who didn’t see it last year.  So … 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.


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


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!!!


48 thoughts on “Happy Boxing Day!!! – Redux

  1. Thanks for the revisit (and do NOT apologize. Sometimes we realize we have already said what we plan to say and it is better to simply repost the old blog where we probably said it better. You follow that!!??) I do hope your back gets better soon! Have a Happy New Year.

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    • Indeed, I DID follow that, (scary, huh?) and that was my precise thought process. Why re-invent the wheel? And my readership has almost doubled since last Boxing Day, so I figured many hadn’t seen it, and even those of you who had, probably forgot about it. My back is much better, thanks! A combination of ibuprofen, exercise, and mind-over-matter always seems to work. Have a wonderful New Year yourself, and let us hope that by this time next year, we are more nearly at peace.

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  2. Oh, I hope your back settles down and you have not done any serious injury to it. Backs are such fickle things… One minute just fine and the next, you can barely straighten up. 😢

    Boxing day has always been quiet for me over the years. No, I do not go shopping, but then I tend to be frugal as I have no real money of my own at the moment.

    I think American football is more akin to our English Rugby in terms of how it is played… except our Rugby players don’t wear protective helmets, face guards or padding for the scrum part. Our Rugby players do often wear mouth guards, but broken noses are common.

    As for fox hunting (despite tradition, I hate it), it still occurs. Meets go out following scent trails by people sent up ahead. The hounds are supposed to follow that and eventually find the people. Horses follow. But the hounds very often find real foxes which they tear to shreds if found. I am opposed to this horrific practice. The whole industry (and it is a lucrative industry) is a travesty akin to Bear Baiting or Cock Fighting, both long outlawed in Britain.
    Trail Hunting needs to go… And our Labour opposition party is determined to see it go.
    Only the elite classes in Britain want it to remain. Its not kind to the dogs either. Any hound that doesn’t get the hunting instinct is destroyed. The hounds are bred specifically with a lust for blood! It is barbaric in this day and age.

    OK, I’ll step off my soap box now. If anyone wants to watch a lovely little movie (Russian I think, but dubbed in English), the Fox and the Child is a delightful, (if contrived) romp through nature and wildlife at its best. Perfect for a lazy afternoon. ❤️

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    • I’m sure no serious injury … just a bit of muscle strain from lifting and carrying more than I’m used to.

      I abhor any sort of hunting … the sort of wild animal hunting that some engage in, where the ‘wild’ animal is confined to a certain area, and the ‘hunters’ are taken on a guided mission to kill a beautiful lion/tiger/cheetah/etc … the hunter armed with a big, powerful rifle, and the animal stands no chance … it sickens me and makes me furious. Fox hunting is no different, really. Why is it that men feel the need to hunt? Once upon a time it was to feed their families … that I can understand. But that’s no longer the case, and yet the men still hunt and bring home their trophies. A beautiful animal killed only for a man’s ego. Or, perhaps to make up for his lack elsewhere?

      I will watch the movie … hopefully tomorrow … but for tonight, it is already 2:00 a.m., I still have several things to get done before I can fall into bed, so I will have to postpone until tomorrow.


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      • The only bit of the movie I didn’t like was the ending, which was an unexpected, and sad end, but the scenery and creatures were so amazing. It also has wolves in the movie, just for you! Although the creatures had to be mostly tame to film in such a way, some of the shots also seemed terrifyingly real. Being a Russian film, there are some different sensibilities at play.

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  3. Until my Gram’s enlightenment, concerning the origins of such a silly sounding holiday, I was totally uninterested in it. After all, we were only on the second day of the Twelve Days of Christmas and anticipating the delightful “Little Christmas” celebration, also known as Twelfth Night. Another feast with many friends and family, as well as more gifts! This was a tradition that I carried on with my own children in their younger years, albeit on a much smaller scale. Since Benjamin was born nearly 5 years ago on January 7th, that celebration has become the ending of our holiday season…he is the only one receiving gifts. However, I should not wish to appear unkind and thus extend my best wishes for a Happy Boxing Day to all that choose to celebrate! Thank-you!

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    • P.S. Is it only me or does it take everyone hours of work re-cleaning and straightening after everyone leaves, that which was just cleaned and straightened before everyone arrived?! I got about the same amount of sleep last night as I did on Christmas Eve. Do take care of yourself and rest that painful back. As Benjamin tells me : “You’ll feel betterer in a few days!”

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      • No, it isn’t just you. It takes me until after New Year to get everything back to normal, for we leave the tree up until New Year’s day, but the day or three after Christmas always involve tons of cleaning and laundry! I’m not done yet! The back will be fine … just a strained muscle, I’m sure, from much lifting and carrying the past few days.

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    • Ahhhh … so young Benjamin will turn five on a Jolly Monday!!! I shall have to remember to prepare a special treat! I never celebrated the 12 days of Christmas, so that one is foreign to me as well! I grew up in a strange household with a Jewish father (we kept Kosher) and a Catholic mother (she was excommunicated for marrying a Jew), so holidays were more troublesome and contentious than anything!

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      • Jill, you sound a lot like my wife. At our age, these aches and pains seem to appear. My back will spasm when I stand after sitting for awhile, caused by some earlier expert ion. Take care of you, Keith

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        • Indeed! At our age, if we complained about every twinge, ache or pain, we would have time for little else! I have very much a ‘mind-over-matter’ philosophy. Hurts? Tired? Okay, let’s bounce out of this bed, brush the teeth, make the bed, and get this “really big shew” on the road! And pretty soon, after popping a few ibuprofen, the pain has receded, the laundry is started, kitchen cleaned, and I’m happily writing a blog post! 😉

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  4. Dear Jill,

    All I can say to all your fellow bloggers, followers and readers in Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa or the UK,is Happy Boxing Day! The days were I would attend these special sales days are long gone but I used to look forward to these events.

    It’s interesting to learn about the different traditions as to how peoples around the world celebrate the holidays.

    Hugs, Gronda

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  5. Since last year’s comments have not been reproduced here, I will remention what boxing day once meant in Canada, possibly elsewhere, or even possibly what it meant just to my birth family.
    Each year an xmas tree was brought to the house, often on xmas eve. All the decorations were brought out of storage, and hung to decorate the tree. In those days baubles were not made of plastic, but rather blown glass. They were very delicate, and much too easily broken, as my poor bum learned every year. Moving on, the tree was the centrepiece of our home xmas day, and the next day, we put all the unbroken decorations into their special boxes so they could survive to the next xmas. By suppertime everything was boxed, and stored–thus Boxing Day.

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    • I tried to get WordPress to restore last year’s comments, but ’twas not to be. I do love that definition for it, too! Makes perfect sense! I remember one year … maybe 10 years ago … that one of the kitties tried to climb the tree the day after Christmas and … well, suffice it to say that we had far fewer ornaments to pack away that year. 😥

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      • i hope they didn’t break the important ones. when we do put up a tree every couple years she hangs cheap ornaments at the bottom, usually cloth ones, so the cats can’t do much damage. so far this year, 0 broken. {Fingers crossed!}

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        • Of course they did! I had only two left of the few I had from my own childhood, both of which shattered. I was so devastated that I sat on the floor, in the puddle of water left by the overturned tree, and cried. But you know what? It’s just some pieces of glass. The memories are in our hearts, our brains … life goes on and that particular cat went on to live a long life and bring us much joy (and a few headaches!) in the years that followed.

          We don’t put ANY ornaments on the bottom 2 rows of branches anymore, and like you, this year we haven’t had a single broken one … knock on wood!

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          • It wasn’t the ornaments you were crying for, Jill, but the meaning they held for you. But the ornaments were destroyed all the same, and so you felt destroyed. You needed a god cry, and so you got one. I’m sure there were other things you cried about that day, things you have forgotten about over time. At least you didn’t throw the cat out the window. You forgave him in his innocence. Thank you.

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            • You’re so right … it’s the memories that give keepsakes their meaning, but even without the physical reminder, the memories remain. The cat was a ‘she’, the most obnoxious cat we’ve ever had! I would have been shredded if I had even thought about throwing her out the window! One time the maintenance man came here to work on the furnace while Chris and I were both at work, and as he was bent over working, Pickles jumped on his back and proceeded to ‘go for the jugular’! She was a rescue kitty from a lab that had done experiments on her and they were going to euthanise her, but a friend told us about it and we got her. I was never, in the ensuing years, quite sure whether we had done the right thing or not!

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    • Hello Kersten. I can not understand that. They do that here in the states in some places. The people act crazy and drug fueled when the stores open, hurting each other. There is nothing in the world I need that badly. Besides I prefer to order online from home and have it delivered. Maybe I am just antisocial. Hugs

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        • I don’t dare go to a store when people are like that. My bones have become so thin I am in real danger of them breaking in a situation like that. I have to be careful around big dogs that are overly friendly and want to have my attention. I love them but if they knock me down or hit me too hard, the bones will break. Ron is now at a point where crowds in stores irritate him. Besides it is so much better to take our time and do it online in comfort. Hugs

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          • That must make it very difficult! You certainly cannot afford to take a fall. It’s good that you live in Florida and don’t have to be out walking on the ice. Some people thrive on crowds, but I’ve never, even as a child, been comfortable around large crowds of people. Take care of yourself, my friend. Hugs!!!

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    • No worries with the back … I likely just strained a muscle, for I did lot of lifting and carrying over the past few days. The holiday was good and fun, but I’m ready to restore order and get back to the routine … I am a creature of routine. 😉 Hugs!!!

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