The true meaning of Boxing Day

And Happy Boxing Day Eve to you as well! It's 8:15 in the morning and I'm gearing up for the 4.5 hour trek to visit Oma and Opa out in Windsor. They already did the big turkey dinner, but they saved some for me, my sis and my dad, you know, cuz that's the true meaning of Boxing Day: long drives and leftovers.

I got a perkolator, underware, a classical guitar, money and homemade booze. I'm telling you because that's the true meaning of Boxing Day: materialism and bragging.

Did I mention that Margie bought me a frigging solid-top classical guitar. Dang. I blindfolded her then drove her from Waterloo to Toronto, then walked her right into the Hockey Hall of Fame and removed her blindfold in front of the Stanley Cup. It went over well.

Last night I was at a gathering with the old step-family. I didn't really know anybody but there was a copious amount of wine and that's the true meaning of Boxing Day: getting drunk with half-strangers.

Merry Boxing Day everone!