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Boxing Day ‘ere’s Been the day of — not after. What started as the greatest Christmas ever, turned Us from better to worse As our tempers grew, altered After our fingers were slid into Those gift-wrapped firm gloves of leather, Punching through the room’s air At each other With words roused from harsh to meaner, ‘Till our referee pup barked To end our Round 1, forcing a turnover Into creating a round of rich laughter. Re-freshed, happier, remembering our Proper manners appropriate to honor Our Savior’s birthday…We resolved A return trip to the store to trade That shared present of boxing gloves for A healthier, sturdy set of parallel bars.