Being in Australia, I get to be first in the MMP to see the day after Christmas (barring any ring-in Kiwis/Tongans/Samoans/Fijians).
In Australia (as in the UK), the day after Christmas is called Boxing Day, so-called because it was the day you boxed up the gifts you didn’t want, ready to return them. Boxing Day is also traditionally the day the post-Christmas sales start - anything you just bought three days earlier for someone for Christmas will now be on sale for 50% off. Some of the bigger department stores (Myer and David Jones) will start their “half-yearly clearance” on Boxing Day.
Anyway, here in the upside down land of Oz, the day after Christmas is not dedicated to resting and regretting one’s food choices, but rather (similar to Black Friday and Cyber Monday in the US) to more flagrant consumerism, and more of everything. And rest assured, dotty and family will be taking part!
Nah, actually it relates back to our English forebears giving their servants and tradespeople boxes of gifts/money/food the day after Christmas. Also, apparently the day the churches would empty their charity boxes and hand out the proceeds to the needy.
We’re still mid-day Christmas here. All 18 have assembled. This kids are off searching for Pokemon. My youngest “nephew” (cousin’s son) is toddling around and refusing to nap. At some point, we’ll re-convene and open presents.
My uncle decided to sharpen all of my mom’s knives, so I am hiding and hoping my migraine medication kicks in. I am anti-social. Go me!
I went to the store earlier, well, because they were open & the nog is no more (a second of silence for it’s demise); while I was there I saw a nun. Ya think if anyone should be prepared for Christmas it would be a nun. :smack:
Dotty, you must be one of many who do cinnamon rolls this morning because the Whomp rolls section was decimated!
SIL, da Nephew and I shared a hot pot at the rockin’ dumplin’ place. Then we took a coffee break and went back to their house for the movie part, as SIL’s energy was fading. Da Niece and the kids came over for the movie along with a couple of canines and a good time was had by all. Leftover Chinese for supper.
To answer the OP, most day-after-Xmas are work days and, if I’m not traveling, I work. This year, I’m going to laze around in my PJs and play in the studio or, if the weather is this nice (76F and sunny ), I may take a ride on the bike.
I fired up the lights on the Hockey Tree. Christmas dinner will be herbed chicken with stuffing, sauteed green beans with mushrooms and shallots, and canned cranberry sauce. Tonight’s appetizer is a Celebrator. As for what I do the day after, I clean up after the Apocalypse.
No, Boxing Day is the day when Canadians punch each other in the head, then say “Sorry.”
My husband and I off, we are going to visit my mother-in-law since we didn’t see her today. Other than that, I am spending the day chilling out, it’s my birthday.
I’m off tomorrow. I will go visit my horse, Ariel and have a post-holiday ride. Company is gone, dishes in the dishwasher. I’m in my jimjams, watching my favorite version of A Christmas Carol, the Alastair Sim one.
Monday is the official Christmas Holiday on the Fed calendar, and since that’s what we observe at work, it’s a day off for me. I’m not sure what I’ll do - with luck, I can sleep later than 4AM. But no big plans.
Dunno how long I’ll last tonight - I’s exhausted. And stuffded.
Blurf. I have to get up at zero-dark-thirty to take the sprog to BWI. He’s visiting my family in Texas this week, and the only way this worked out was for him to either leave from Harrisburg today (which was right out) or from BWI tomorrow, when I have off irk anyway. He’s coming back Saturday at noon, so I won’t have to be up quite so early.
A sprog-free week. Whatever shall I do with myself?
Me, I’m going down to Saragossa as part of the general Campaign for the Prevention of Justified Matricide. I may be meeting some friends after lunch, or not.
In those places which used to be Crown of Aragon, every “second day of Pascua” is a holiday: Monday after Easter Sunday, St Stephen, and the day after Pentecost. So, in Saragossa it’s a traditional holiday, but I still expect most stores to be open. Not the government-owned museums because it’s a Monday.
), I may take a ride on the bike.