Boxing Day

The tradition of Boxing Day, I am told, springs from people boxing up food or presents after Christmas and distributing them to the needy. At my house, it springs from the need to take down the tree and box up the ornaments, lights and decorations. Last year, I threw a lot of things last-minute into giant plastic containers (the hallmark of America, yes? Giant plastic tubs?) and then shoved them, curling-team fashion, into the closet under the stairs.

This resulted in several retrieval incidents last year in which I was heard to say, "I AM GOING TO HAVE A COME TO JESUS WITH THIS CLOSET." Well, some cleanliness and godliness visited the closet today. Carry-on luggage is stacked; decoration boxes labeled with Sharpies: artificial tree boxes are put in the corners; Halloween decorations are where they can be easily found come fall. Order reigns in the land. God Bless Us, Everyone.