To my family, Christmas Eve was special. All the activity in getting ready was a flurry of magical joy. We opened presents at Midnight, and then Christmas Day was for family only.
But I often thought Boxing Day was even more special. Back when I was small, we often had deep snows at Christmas, so my grandfather would get out the sleighs and hitch up the horses, and then we would load up boxes of gifts for friends and neighbors. And we would go calling. This was so much fun, and I saw giving was more special than getting.
But I often thought Boxing Day was even more special. Back when I was small, we often had deep snows at Christmas, so my grandfather would get out the sleighs and hitch up the horses, and then we would load up boxes of gifts for friends and neighbors. And we would go calling. This was so much fun, and I saw giving was more special than getting.
Rarely is there snow these days, and I don't get back home anymore. Times change, but I do so miss their special Boxing Days, and my heart yearns for riding in the sleighs, singing carols and visiting everyone.
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