It snowed all week. It stopped snowing for the 24 hours of the 25th, allowing me to get to the clan gathering and return home. Snow started again during the night, continues as I type, and dissuades me from trudging up to the Future Shop to see if they have any of those half price digital frames left. I will have to stay home and drink the beverages that were intended to be gifts for the hostesses of parties I could not get to. Darn.
In the spirit of the day, I found a box in which to transport my old DVD player to a clansman whose A/V gear has been commandeered by his clanstoddler, who watches Max and Ruby 18 hours a day. I expect pie in compensation
Ah, Boxing Day. The holiday that has no reason (that anyone remembers) so there is nowhere you need to go, nothing to celebrate and no one you need to please… except yourself. Lovely day.
Until my early twenties I would look and English-language calenders and always thought it was a day where they had a boxing (the sport) championship–sort of like Superbowl Day. Then I asked a Canadian friend, and she said it ostensibly was a day for putting all the old things that are replaced by the new one you received on Christmas into boxes.
But we surmised that it probably is just to ensure that Christmas is extended. We could use it in the U.S., especially this year, because many people had to work the day after Thanksgiving, as well as the day after Christmas, thereby ruining a four-day weekend.
