Well, all Canadians anyway!
What are y’all doing to celebrate?
Me, I got a nice flag that I slipped over my two-way radio aerial here at work, while I wait for my shift to end so I can head down to parliment hill for the celebration! It’s gonna be a blast I reckon!
What do you Non-Ottawans do in other cities?
I have eight paper plates with the Canada flag imprinted on them, and sixteen paper napkins, also with the Canada flag. And tonight I’m going to eat banana bread.
Banana bread, eh? Well, you Canadians certainly know how to throw a wild party! 
Have a terrific day!
Happy Canada Day!
I have my Canadian flag that I’ll put up in my office to show solidarity with our northern neighbours. (Of course I’ll have to replace it tomorrow with the Stars and Stripes for our own Independence Day.)
Have fun in Canada!
Happy Canaday Day from your southern neighbors!
A very happy Canada Day to all of our neighbors up north! Hope you have lots of fun. I’ll raise a glass for all of you later today.
Happy Canada Day Y’all!
Out of curiousity, what is the history of Canada Day? How is it traditionally celebrated? I know I could look it up, but then I wouldn’t have a reason to waste time at work looking back at this thread to see if anyone answered. After all, what’s the point of showing up to work if not to waste time? 
We Merkins are gearing up for our big todo on Thursday. It basically goes like this:
Drink Beer
Grill hamburgers and hotdogs til they’re burnt shrivelled pieces of charcoal and eat it with potato salad that has probably been sitting out in the sun somewhat longer than it should
Drink Beer
Eat Watermelon (it is totally unMerkin to not eat watermelon)
Drink Beer
Make homemade ice cream
Drink Beer
Watch the local fireworks display
Drink Beer
Pass Out
It just don’t get more Merkin than that folks!
I’m not Canadian, actually, but I play one on TV.
But there are chocolate chips in the banana bread, so it is quite the party.
Spent the last few days schlepping giant sections of stage around, roping off large tracts of land, staking chairs, tables, electric cables, etc…
But it’s all worth it! Today we expect something like 5000 locals (there are other, larger celebrations “in town”) to our Canada Day festivities. We have flags, pins, 3 military bands (including a very good US Army jazz band, the “Jazz Ambassadors”), a ginormous cake cunning baked in the shape of a ginormous Canadian flag, four 105mm howitzers to fire the 21-gun salute at noon, some minor dignitaries for some speechifying, double decker buses to shuttle folks to and from the Fort, kid’s dress-up programs (our first use of our new miniature WW2 uniforms for boys and girls), kid’s games (sack race, three-legged, etc.), face-painting for the kids, and a dozen different band/dance groups from various ethnic communities. Oh, and a bagpipe band, and two real-honest-to-God Mounties in their Red Serge and stetson uniforms.
There’s not a cloud in the sky right now, and it’s going to be wonderful!
Canada Day evolved to commemorate the July 1, 1867 deadline of a beaver hunting contest organized by the Three Clans in order to purge an infestation of beavers from Upper and Lower Canada.
What is now central Canada was reeling from the Great Beaver Infestation of 1865. The Civil War had raged in the U.S. for four years and wildlife had been steadily migrating north. This led to an ecological imbalance which favoured beavers that became so numerous that they began to destroy people’s homes by gnawing on them.
Despite the growing calamity, the Parliament of Canada was powerless to do anything about the infestation except talk, so to buy time, they drafted The Queen’s Beaver Petition of 1865. “What does the Queen know about beavers?” cried the opposition.
Angered by the government’s impotence, the leaders of three leading Canadian clans, The Labatts, The Molsons, and the O’Keefes who were brewers whose malt stores were particularly beleaguered by beavers, decided to organize a cross-Canada beaver hunt with prizes for the most beaver pelts.
This contest is generally considered a milestone in Canadian unity. Lured by prizes which included oil lamps and butter churns, many men and women left their tooth-marked houses and travelled throughout the land and saw the beautiful country outside their home villages for the first time.
Unfortunately, due to a translation error, French-Canadians were not informed of the contest deadline and many were away from home for many more years, some for so long that their homes were piles of sawdust when they returned so they had to settle elsewhere in Québec. This dark page in history is still commemorated by many Québecers renting a moving van and moving to some other part of Québec on July 1st.
Many of these Québecers also had record piles of beaver pelts but were unable to collect prizes past the deadline. As in many historical events, what brought the people together also contained the seeds of what would eventually drive them apart. Cries of “Les Anglais sont une gang de nounes!” (The English are a bunch of twats!) were heard throughout Québec. The Société Sans Prix Ni Bâtisse would eventually become the Société St. Jean-Batiste, a Québec group advocating separtism.
Nature eventually readjusted to the influx of wildlife, but Canada would never be the same.
Mostly by drinking beer, same as anywhere else. 