Boxing Day is the most wonderful day ever.
After all the tensions and craziness of the lead up to Christmas -you know, the shopping, cooking, preparing for visiting relatives (if you’re unfortunate enough to have any), the hassle of rising early on Christmas morn, opening presents, stuffing oneself silly with turkey and Chateau de Chasselas, lying around bloated all afternoon while the family watch “It’s A Wonderful Life”, followed by the inevitable turkey sandwiches for afternoon tea and supper – Boxing Day is a day of gradual recuperation.
The relatives have gone, what’s left of the turkey’s been confined to the freezer, the fire’s blazing in the hearth, and no-one found that extra bottle of Chateau de Chasselas stashed carefully behind the sofa before the hordes invaded yesterday.
Boxing Day is a time to relax after the exertions of Christmas, reflect on the hubbub of yesterday, and feel content with life and everything around you.
What a pity Americans insist on rushing back to work the day after Christmas. They miss out on so much.
A cold turkey sandwich, anyone?
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