Our Christmas Day was wonderful in every way. Time spent with family, lots of neat presents, tons of delicious food. I was delighted to be the first one up in our family -- after threats from the kids that they would have us up at the crack of dawn, I awoke at 7 a.m. to a very quiet house. I slipped downstairs to move the breakfast casserole from the fridge to the oven, and was beyond excited to see the snow falling and the back yard all ready covered in a blanket of snow. A white Christmas!
As wonderful as Christmas Eve and Christmas Day can be, over the years I have come to love the day after. In Australia, the UK, Canada, they call it Boxing Day. There are a variety of stories about how the name came to be, but the one I personally relate to is that it was for the servants of the manor. Because they had to work all Christmas Day, serving the lord and master and keeping the celebration going in the manor, they were given the day after Christmas to spend with their families, along with a box of leftover food. It works for me.
Personally, I think it's a glorious day. I finally get to sit down and go through my stocking and open my new perfume, snack on the feast from the day before that is actually hot because I've warmed my plate in the microwave, and I don't care if the house is a mess because the only ones here are the five of us and maybe a stray neighbor kid or two. Today I'll work at my desk and sneak a piece of pumpkin pie. I'll sort out all the receipts in my purse, write a few thank you notes and this afternoon I'll curl up with the new Jan Karon book, a gift from Joey.
Maybe I'll hit the stores tomorrow and maybe I won't. Dan is off the rest of the week and we have no plans and stockings full of movie passes! Life is good.
Happy Boxing Day to everyone!