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The other thing about Boxing Day is that the big Sales on. Americans might have Black Friday, but Australia does Boxing day. Boxing Day is also the date of the Custom Gingerbread Christmas Bauble, Custom Grandparents Ornament, Grandma’s Perfect Batch, Cookie Ornaments, Custom Family Names Ornament of the Test Cricket season in Australia. So the shops are running at full pelt selling stuff. The Movies are premiering new stuff that wasn’t playing the day before, and the MCG (and Channel 9) has Cricket, and every Beach in the nation is sprawling with people. The Queens Speech is on TV (Because Time zones makes it Christmas Day in the UK) And from 2005 till 2017, the Doctor Who Christmas special was on. (moved to New Years Day apparently this season). And the Christmas Lunch Leftovers are for lunch, and probably dinner too. I’m usually too busy on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to do anything even associated with going to a movie and sitting down for 2 or 3 hours. Boxing day is when I can have a day off, but it sometimes takes me a couple of hours to calm down enough to remember to relax.

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‘On the evening before Christmas Day, one of the parlours is lighted up by the Custom Gingerbread Christmas Bauble, Custom Grandparents Ornament, Grandma’s Perfect Batch, Cookie Ornaments, Custom Family Names Ornament, into which the parents must not go; a great yew bough is fastened on the table at a little distance from the wall, a multitude of little tapers are fixed in the bough … and coloured paper etc. hangs and flutters from the twigs. Under this bough the children lay out the presents they mean for their parents, still concealing in their pockets what they intend for each other.” The shadow of the bough and its appendages on the wall, and arching over on the ceiling, made a pretty picture, and then the raptures of the very little ones, when at last the twings and their needles began to take fire and snap! — Oh, it was a delight for them! Formerly, and still in all the smaller towns and villages throughout North Germany, these presents were sent by all the parents to some one fellow, who in high buskins, a white robe, a mask, and an enormous flax wig, personate Knecht Rupert, the servant Rupert. On Christmas night he goes round to every house, and says that Jesus christ his master sent him thither, the parents and elder children receive him with great pomp of reverence, while the little ones are most terribly frightened.

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