Now that I'm all Old 'n' Shit™, I find I like Boxing Day even better than Christmas. It's the day to relax, to assess (ungrudgingly and without blame), the day to perhaps engage in a little desultory clean-up, the day to nibble on those anchovy-stuffed olives from my stocking (and yes, I do like them; any other questions?), the day to slough
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