My mother, bless her sainted soul, was born right here in the good old U.S.A. and then, six months later, was whisked off to Canada with her family at the behest of Mr. Goodyear, my grandfather's employer at the time. There she was raised to adulthood by a French-Canadian nanny in Toronto and London, Ontario and her Irish grandmothers who came to live with them, and she became one mixed up puppy, culturally-speaking. This mismash of cultures she passed on to me.
That explains a lot, doesn't it?
Anyway, that's why I'm wishing you, and you and you and the rest of you in back, a Happy Boxing Day. Because I'm like that, don't you know.
Read all about it here:
The day after Christmas, the Feast of St. Stephen, the first Christian martyr, is better known as Boxing Day. The term may come from the opening of church poor boxes that day; maybe from the earthenware boxes with which boy apprentices collected money at the doors of their masters' clients.
Nowadays, we often see, in certain families, gifts (boxes) given to those who provide services throughout the year.
"Boxing Day" is listed in the Canada Labour Code as a holiday.
Image source: "Elaine's Boxing Day Page"