When I was little, I had one of those never-spoken-about images that on Boxing Day groups of men would get together and box. I never saw anyone actually doing this, but that feeling has stayed with me in a strange way. Boxing Day. I mentioned this to Big Friendly this morning and he did a quick google and gave me the lowdown. The landed gentry, after giving and receiving gifts from their own class on Christmas day, would put in boxes their gifts to the poor on the day after Christmas. And so Boxing Day gets its name.
We used to celebrate Boxing Day with my father and grandfather by having an ‘at home’ party and playing Klabberjas. Much drinking and swearing and accusing of cheating later, the champ would be declared and we would stumble around the garden.
This year my last grandparent died and with my gran’s death, a few traditions that will never be repeated but in our memories.