December 26th, Boxing Day, which is not, as one might expect, a day for finally hashing out all of the tension that has been building over Christmas (but which one felt compelled by the very fact of Christmas not to hash out.) (Oh, wait, maybe that compulsion was not quite strong enough.)
Whatever. The “boxing” in Boxing Day actually refers to boxes. In England and Commonwealth countries, December 26th was traditionally the day in which presents were exchanged particularly with the “worthy but less worthy” people in one’s life, servants, trades people, slightly more distant friends, rather than on Christmas itself which was reserved for family, religion, and eating.
In the U.S., many devote Boxing Days to frantic sales shopping, to acquiring boxes, I guess.
But since I’m not much of a shopper, I’ve always viewed the day as a time of ultimate, luxurious, relaxation, a day which is far less regimental than Christimas, but still has a lot of festive food hanging about—panetone, figs, gingerbread, slightly wilted champagne.
Nowadays, presents from friends, rather than family, are typically given before rather than on Boxing Day. The very best one I got this year, from a follower of this blog, was a Robert Pattinson calendar. The calendar cover shows Rob pushing back his trademark hair so that a slightly enlarged vein shows on one-side of his forehead. (The vein is somehow vampiric, although I’m not sure if it’s the type of thing that would be typical of vampires, or attractive to them.)
Rob has been conspicuously absent from the public scene of late, and even from this blog. First, Rob seems to be trying hard to lay low. (He must be exhausted.) Secondly, his appearance in New Moon was enough to dose many people for a long long while. (No offense, Rob. The lines, the stiltedness, all those animatronic wolves, aren’t really your fault.)
There have been stories, of course; a whole industry has been built on Rob Pattinson stories, and it can’t wind down on a dime. The biggest was how Rob “freaked out” when one fan jumped out of a car to kiss him, and then confessed that her mom had tried to stop her because she had Swine Flu. (Frankly, I don’t think it’s fair to call Rob getting irritated over this “freaking out.”)
Also, Rob went to a birthday party and was photographed getting a ride afterword with Katy Perry (and others), and was immediately declared to be Perry’s lover. (The next day he was disowned by Perry who tweeted that she doesn’t “do vampires.”)
He was also reported to be wooing Emilie de Ravin (costar in “Remember Me”) with high culture because they had a photo session in an LA museum.
Despite his reduced appearance on the tabloids, Rob was voted the man girls would most like to find under the mistletoe. Ever the gentleman (and I actually mean this), he responded to an interviewer’s question as to whom he would most like to find under the mistletoe with a giggle, and “Ricky Gervais.” This was reported under the blockbuster headline, “Robert Pattinson Reveals His Fantasy ‘Under The Mistletoe’ Kiss.”
Boxing Day, the kind of day that gives you the leisure to look into such important matters.
Ah.
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