Thursday, December 26, 2013

Boxing Day

It started raining last night during the Christmas Feast and hasn’t let up yet, and I don’t think there’s a corollary here in Florida for “Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow.”

Anyway, we had a wonderful time last night courtesy of Bob and the Old Professor, joined by close friends Dan and Kathy, Ira and Susan, and Bill and Terri, sharing a great meal and good times.  I am very grateful to have such good friends.

I hope you had a good time yesterday with your friends and family if you celebrated.  What did you do?

Today is Boxing Day.  In countries and places with a British heritage, it’s an official holiday when, according to Wikipedia, “servants and tradesmen would receive gifts, known as a “Christmas box”, from their bosses[1] or employers.”  Hmm.  I don’t have any servants, and I already got a box of chocolates from my boss, so I guess I’ll just hang out around the house and catch up on a crossword or two.

4 barks and woofs on “Boxing Day

  1. I made cole slaw and Russ made potato salad, mac and cheese, and cooked a way too large ham. I called my youngest daughter and wished my grandson a happy sweet 16th birthday; he’s looking forward to driving. Russ got the two cd’s of Where the Bears Are and we watched one on my computer and the other on his and laughed over those nelly queens. We opened the peach brandy and each had a couple shots and I went to bed.

  2. The guys who man the garbage truck, God bless ’em, get a literal box from me (cash in envelopes as well as a few miscellaneous items like cans of mixed nuts, inexpensive gloves, fancy candy bars – whatever crosses my mind).

  3. I love the mix of religions at your Christmas party: a Quaker (Friend) or two and a pair of faithfully observant Jews along with Bob and the Prof who don’t bow to any god. Perfect for the meaning of the season: Peace on Earth, Good will toward men (and I assume women).

    We Skype-ed our Seattle family, all gathered together under one roof with a couple of dogs and a groaning board. They all look so grown up, not children any more and two of my grandsons now sport gorgeous full beards as does your brother. Where have the years gone?

    We’ll go tonight to a Boxing Day party at an old friend’s home carrying a gift of wine in a bag, not a box. I hope that will suffice. Happy New Year!

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