[LJ Idol, Season 7-7] My Favorite Brouhaha of the Year!
As we draw near the end of the year, we're coming up on my favorite holiday of all. People have been making a big deal of it, so I'm sure you're aware. You could even say people are TOO excited for it's coming, as it has started to drown out Thanksgiving and is encroaching on Halloween's calendar territory. All this brouhaha is well merited though! I mean, who can't can help be get this excited about BOXING DAY!!!
It all starts on Boxing Eve, with the traditional Boxing Eve Press Conference Dinner. Members of the family take turns at the podium with their managers, thanking those of the family and friends that supported them this year, discussing their training for the event and how good they feel about it, and usually ending with some arguments about who isn't really a contender this year. Afterwards, the gloves and shorts are hung at the fireplace with care, in hopes they will convince patron saint Mike Tyson to NOT come down the chimney and do stuff until you love him. Everyone retires to their corners for a good night's rest, and dream of paparazzi calling out their names.
Boxing Day has finally arrived! Everyone opens their gifts of new equipment, outfits, and marketing media materials, and pass out bonuses to their staff for the hard work they've done helping to prepare for this day. Finally, the big event we've been hearing about can begin! Each household has internal matches for their local Homeweight Belt, usually with much smack talking and posturing about how Dad's defending his title for the 17th consecutive year, cause he doesn't count that year Mom won cause she was disqualified for the iron in her glove. The winners of each local belt clean their wounds, put on their best Boxing Day attire with the fanciest of robes and shorts, and stumble out into the streets to determine who is the reigning Neighborweight Champion! Such a crowning event can't be done justice with mere words, as you know from your own events, check local listings for details.
Later that night as the sun goes down, the local children dress up in the colors of their favorite pugilists and go door to door as ancient custom dictates. If their household champion was good and fair this year, there are gifts of Icy Hot, medical bandages, and recommendations for good doctors that specialize in nose reconstruction or cauliflower ear. If they were naughty and failed to follow the spirit of the season and guidelines of the Boxing Day Official Committee, the children are served summons to take home for their champion to report for a never-ending series of urinalysis tests as punishment.
What a glorious holiday for us all to be excited for!! Eh? That's not what it's about?
Bah humbug.
It all starts on Boxing Eve, with the traditional Boxing Eve Press Conference Dinner. Members of the family take turns at the podium with their managers, thanking those of the family and friends that supported them this year, discussing their training for the event and how good they feel about it, and usually ending with some arguments about who isn't really a contender this year. Afterwards, the gloves and shorts are hung at the fireplace with care, in hopes they will convince patron saint Mike Tyson to NOT come down the chimney and do stuff until you love him. Everyone retires to their corners for a good night's rest, and dream of paparazzi calling out their names.
Boxing Day has finally arrived! Everyone opens their gifts of new equipment, outfits, and marketing media materials, and pass out bonuses to their staff for the hard work they've done helping to prepare for this day. Finally, the big event we've been hearing about can begin! Each household has internal matches for their local Homeweight Belt, usually with much smack talking and posturing about how Dad's defending his title for the 17th consecutive year, cause he doesn't count that year Mom won cause she was disqualified for the iron in her glove. The winners of each local belt clean their wounds, put on their best Boxing Day attire with the fanciest of robes and shorts, and stumble out into the streets to determine who is the reigning Neighborweight Champion! Such a crowning event can't be done justice with mere words, as you know from your own events, check local listings for details.
Later that night as the sun goes down, the local children dress up in the colors of their favorite pugilists and go door to door as ancient custom dictates. If their household champion was good and fair this year, there are gifts of Icy Hot, medical bandages, and recommendations for good doctors that specialize in nose reconstruction or cauliflower ear. If they were naughty and failed to follow the spirit of the season and guidelines of the Boxing Day Official Committee, the children are served summons to take home for their champion to report for a never-ending series of urinalysis tests as punishment.
What a glorious holiday for us all to be excited for!! Eh? That's not what it's about?
Bah humbug.