We don’t celebrate Boxing Day here in the US but supposedly in the United Kingdom, the upper class would “box up” their old belongings and give them to the poor.
I suppose I could look it up on Wikipedia and then look it up on Scopes to see if any of that is true. Or I could ask my WordPress buddy Shaun, who lives at GMT 0.
Or I could just use my imagination as to what Boxing Day could be:
Sitting in the box works too.
I grew up watching Mohammed Ali and Joe Frazier duke it out. I could spend Boxing Day contemplating the good ole days.
Hmm, here’s an empty cookie box. This explains many things such as why hubby’s stomach hurts, and why even my sweatpants are feeling tight today. Pass the Pepto!
Even Bailey got a special box today: