Did You Receive A Box On Boxing Day?
Boxing Day: 👊... or 👝...
Yesterday happened to be boxing day, and I was, like, wow, "there could be the crazy understanding out there that it could be a day mapped out to box, to hit at a friend." So I decided to stay indoors, supposedly to avoid some folks with such feeling of waiting to hit on me.
Don't jeer at me, seriously I was trying to be so cautious, trying to take that first preventive yet simple step of avoiding the circumstance of having, afterwards, to treat the resultant consequences. It was worth the proactive cautiousness, for it could and might have happened; coming from two, three or more people... and for some reasons.
When we talk of 'boxing' what readily comes to mind? Ordinarily, and I suppose, it is that act that dominates our sports screen and which to many, it has become a fancy sight, an interest. That act that is done in a ring on a raised platform, between two people, usually men with bare trunk and having just knickers. They excite the interested audience, even as they baffle the sudden viewer, with the hits and blows dished out with their gloved hands.
The above is the literal meaning that comes up when such word, as boxing, is mentioned. And, (surprised?) that was the reason I had to stay cooly at home. I do not know about you. Did you go out? Did you receive a box or gave out a box? I know the concept of 'box' can be ambiguous, but the very aspect I mean is that which readily comes to mind.
Boxing day is supposed to be a moment of visitation and of sharing gifts evidently propelled by the Christmas spirit. It is a time when boxes, packs filled with lovely gifts are lovingly shared among friends and families; and indeed among reconciled friends, who the very birth of the Messiah has prodded unto a reconciliation. It's a time to spill out, and more practically the message of the Yuletide.
But as with most situations of life, was there any flip side to the very expectation of the boxing day?
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