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C and C celebrate Boxing Day.
Not in the traditional sense, of course. We celebrate it in our own fashion.

Christmas Eve Day – I work. Vocational hazard, really. (This year we did spend it with a friend who also shares the vocation.)
Christmas Day – We visit with family, if they aren’t elsewhere. (Spent it with C’s dad this year.)
Boxing Day – Our day. No work. No family. No friends. Just us. Our main Boxing Day tradition is this: no leaving the house and as little work as possible. It is a day to spoil ourselves and luxuriate in each other’s company.

Highlights of this year’s Boxing Day:

1. A crackling fire in the fireplace.

2. An in-house visit from our favorite masseuse (I managed to keep the identity of our visiting masseuse a surprise until she was at our front door. Yay, me!) Two ~80 minute massages in front of the aforementioned fire.

3. An apartment filled with the most delightful smells: scotch pine Christmas Tree, burning oak, minty massage oil, baked egg dish, and monkey bread.

4. Brunch (baked egg dish and monkey bread, fresh from the oven.)

5. A long afternoon nap. (on freshly cleaned, flannel sheets.)

6. An exchange of presents. (more on those below)

7. A Peasant Plate dinner of three platters.
Fruit – honey crisp apple slices, organic plump grapes, sweet pears, roasted walnuts, kalamata olives
Bread – caraway rye bread, sourdough white bread, garlic flat crackers, butter, and cranberry honey
Meat and Cheese – turkey breast, summer sausage, marinated skirt steak, medium cheddar, Irish swiss, Casablanca goat gouda, Knight Veil aged brick, and butterkase.
(served by candlelight with a delightfully sweet champagne)

8. A time to reflect on the past year and recommit ourselves to each other and the adventures of the new year.

I gave C a Storypeople ornament.
It says, “In those days we finally we chose to walk like giants and hold the worlds in our arms grown strong with love and there may be many things we forget in the days to come, but this will not be one of them.”

In her usual gift-giving exceptionalism, C gave me a print of two labradors in a canoe and a homemade collage of a chalice with the following hand-written along the edges, “Speak Truth. Weave Connections. Stir Spirits. Bring Laughter. Bestow Hope. Light Darkness. Witness Grieving. Heal Hearts.” It is gorgeous.

I don’t remember the last time I wept when opening a present.
It’s been a hard year.
C’s greatest gift, other than her constant support and presence by my side, is this reminder of who I really am.

Happy Boxing Day, everyone.
I hope yours was as fun and filled with as many blessings as ours was.
(If not, feel free to start your own tradition next year. We highly recommend it.)

Feel free to share the highlights of your holidays with us.