Blazing Cat Fur
Boxing Day seemed so much more tiring than Christmas…
Boxing Day is Canada’s version of “The Purge”, right?
Can somebody please explain this whole “Boxing Day” concept thing to us Americans?
I know it means the day after Christmas, but why is that so special?
Why the name?
Saith Wiki: “Boxing Day is a holiday traditionally celebrated the day following Christmas Day, when servants and tradesmen would receive gifts, known as a “Christmas box”, from their masters, employers or customers, in the United Kingdom, The Bahamas, Barbados, Canada, Hong Kong, Australia, Bermuda, New Zealand, Kenya, South Africa, Guyana, Trinidad and Tobago, Jamaica and other former British colonies.”
Although I prefer to think of it as a day when we all have a big boxing match.
“Although I prefer to think of it as a day when we all have a big boxing match.”
I was once told THAT, and it’s the version I now chose to believe.
So that’s it, is it? Hmm, my hunch had always been that it was the cleanup day after Christmas when boxes and wrapping paper were put away, and was named for that. Well, guess I was wrong!
I like that song. It expresses a mood. Not a happy one. But still…
Could I get a survey of who finds this joke funny? A certain type of person does:
A man with an orange for a head goes into a bar. The bar tender pours him a drink and says “So – do you want to tell me about it?”. The man says ‘I was walking on the beach when I stepped on something; it was a brass lamp, so I picked it up, took it home and started to polish it … and then a Genie pops out and says “You have released me from the lamp. I grant you three wishes”. I thought this some kind of trick so I off-handedly said “I want a million dollars”. Immediately the door bell rings and it is a man from some lottery company with a cheque for a million dollars made out to me. So I think, this is real! So I wish that the most beautiful girls in the world come to my house and we have an orgy. And then the door bell rings and there are these absolutely beautiful girls all wanting to party and we have a fantastic orgy, and it was great. And then, I think, I made a mistake’. “Why, what did you do”. “I wished I had an orange for a head”.
… someone from Tasmania?
Maybe if I was High…it might work.
The source – and explanation – is here. It’s the only joke I know that gets funnier after it is explained.
Toronto Sunday Star celebrates the Christmas weekend with a two part editorial. The theme is, we are not wasting enough tax money in Canada. Yes, even though our lord and saviour Justin Trudeau has promised billions to every loony cause going, the Star states we should up our development aid to other nations by billions more. And the Star wants action taken on plans to set up an anti racism department in the Ontario government. Because as we all know, Ontario needs another government agency and more civil servants. This agency would monitor racist activities, educate everyone to love muslims, and take action if anyone shows a racist intent. And of course the Star is filled with the traditional Christmas stories on islam including how wonderful it is to wear a bag over your head. Because nothing describes Christmas more to the Star, than islam.
I can’t even look at the star anymore if I see a copy in the coffee shop in the morning. I would need blood pressure medication if I read that paper.