Do you hear what I hear? It is the collective sigh of the nation, relieved to get to the other side of Christmas Day. After all the planning and preparation, shopping and schlepping, decorating and dressing up, here we are at Boxing Day – for me, and perhaps you, truly the most wonderful time of the year. Today we enter the interlull, or twixmas, or whatever cutesy name you give it, the time between now and New Year’s Eve anyway, when we have no idea what day it is, the phone stops ringing, and a delicious peace descends, deep and crisp and even.
三级成人视频I have always thought Boxing Day is a little like the morning after a wedding. For many of us, it’s the first day in several weeks when we wake up without a list, without online orders to make and track, without shops to visit, parcels to wrap, without wondering whether socks are really a suitable present even if they’re cashmere, or whether people want turkey or you should try something different, seasoned with star anise, miso and salted caramel?
三级成人视频For me, it is the day when I get to read all the books, bathe with new soap, wear the cosy jumper and feast on leftovers, because, despite knowing the shops are now barely shut for long enough to play out one of the shorter Christmas carols, I have shopped and cooked for a siege. We sleep late, watch films, chat, slummock on sofas, only moving to make another cup of tea or to put another log on the fire. It is the one day of the year when there is truly nothing else to do but nothing.
三级成人视频Of course, there are those busy-fingered souls who use Boxing Day to take down the tree, to remove all traces of Christmas, making work where none is needed. They remind me of those bridezillas, who suck all of the joy out of something wonderful. To them I say, relax. Take a seat. Have a Quality Street. Stop tidying away pleasure. The Hoover will still be there tomorrow.
I know the stir crazy often feel compelled to leave the house at some point. If you must, a walk, a pantomime (Christmas is BEHIND YOU), a football match or race meeting are pleasantly diverting. For some, there is the Boxing Day hunt. For others, from Aberdeen (where they call it the Nippy Dipper, no kidding Speedo fans) to St Ives, a bracing swim in the sea is a highlight. Some rush to the sales, as though they haven’t quite shopped enough. Personally, I can’t think of anything more wearying.
We should be proud of this particular and peculiar tradition, celebrated here and in a few other countries that were once part of the British Empire. My nephew, who now lives in Washington DC, bemoans having to go back to proper work practically as soon as the last serving platter is unloaded from the dishwasher. We should honour its spirit – the day when employees and underlings were given their tips and bonuses for the year in their Christmas boxes and allowed to visit their families. It is truly the people’s day.
However you spend it, I hope it is a day when you are able to banish all feelings of obligation and do exactly as you wish, with your best beloveds or in solitary splendour. We spend so much of the rest of the year feeling like there are more things we must get to, when we never quite catch up with ourselves or cross everything off our to-do lists.
Boxing Day is a blissful blank page, truly the greatest gift and luxury of them all. I urge you to use it lazily.