Today Is...Boxing Day

Who said we learn nothing from these late night phone-in shows. I recently learnt that only the Australians, Canadians and us who celebrate Boxing Day (or St Stephens Day for the pedantic among us) although i'm not really sure what it is or what we are supposed to do with it.
It is a much gratefully received Bank Holiday and in the morning most people make an effort to get some exercise to walk off all the previous days indulgences and shouting at the football on the TV for the men and and cleaning up the kitchen for the women but mainly we use it to return Christmas gifts to the shops and exchange them for the correct size, an alternative to the same value or make up stories about how it was broken when we got it and can we have the money back please.
Shamefully, another British tradition is for the red breasted and small brained among us gather their horses and hounds and chase foxes across the countryside until it is to exhausted to continue and is then ripped apart by a pack of frenzied dogs.
Unless you live in a cave and rub two sticks together to make fire, it is impossible to defend hunting of any nature and hunt saboteurs spend their day off work trying to ruin as many hunts as they can and we can only hope that none of the hunters fall off their horses who have been spooked by someone shouting BOO at them as they leap out from bush and have to spend Boxing Day evening having limbs set in plaster because that would just break my heart.
So the rest of the World isn't missing out on much, a national holiday to get over Christmas Day after all those mince pies and anyway you get days off for gaining independence and stuff.