In the US, the day after Christmas is a big shopping day, almost as frantic as Black Friday. I've always avoided it.
To many Catholics around the world it's the feast of St. Stephen, almost as holy a day as the Christ Mass itself.
In Canada, as in the UK, Boxing Day (as it's called), seems to be a day for quiet reflection, not a shopping bacchanal, but neither a high holy day.
A good day to walk on the beach, which, in this weather, belongs to the birds. Great squadrons of geese arrive from the north and pause on their way to warmer climes.
Just six months removed from the sandy chaos of BeachFest, and its own squawking cacophony of kids, vendors and reddening skin.
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