There isn’t one. There’s a consensus that the day after Christmas has something to do with boxes, and something to do with Christmas…beyond that, nada.
These days, it’s a big shopping day in the UK. Two thousand people queued up outside Selfridges in London this morning. But not us. It’s a gray, gray day and we’re holed up in the livingroom happily nursing Christmas hangovers and playing with toys.
I was scoping out Wikipedia for their explanation of the origin of Boxing Day, and I ran across this exceptionally enlightening Boxing Day exposé at the Rubber Chicken. I can’t ezplain it better than Mr Bung.
Time for turkey sammiches…
S. Weasel 
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Having mashers with those sammiches
would be a good thing.
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