“God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen…”
Today I shall do as little as is humanly possible in order to recuperate from the strenuous aerobic workout that is Christmas Day and all the days leading up to it.
My family will be observing a very subdued “Boxing Day”, or as we like to call it here in America, “Being Secretly Glad It’s All Over Day.”
We shall lie about in our jammies*, eating leftovers and communicating as little as possible. When we absolutely must converse, we shall simply grunt or nod, rather than using the additional energy required to form actual words.
*We won’t be lying in our own filth, if we can avoid it. But, you never can tell. Accidents happen, and I ain’t cleaning nothing today.