Friday, December 26, 2025

Boxing Day

 

The day after Christmas is known as Boxing Day in Britain and most Commonwealth nations.  I've had a few questions from American friends about why it's named that.  Wikipedia supplies a simple answer:


The Oxford English Dictionary gives the earliest attestation from Britain in 1743, defining it as "the day after Christmas day", and saying "traditionally on this day tradespeople, employees, etc., would receive presents or gratuities (a 'Christmas box') from their customers or employers."

The term "Christmas box" dates back to the 17th century, and among other things meant:

A present or gratuity given at Christmas: In Great Britain, usually confined to gratuities given to those who are supposed to have a vague claim upon the donor for services rendered to him as one of the general public by whom they are employed and paid, or as a customer of their legal employer; the undefined theory being that as they have done offices for this person, for which he has not directly paid them, some direct acknowledgement is becoming at Christmas.

In Britain, it was a custom for tradesmen to collect "Christmas boxes" of money or presents on the first weekday after Christmas as thanks for good service throughout the year. This is mentioned in Samuel Pepys' diary entry for 19 December 1663. This custom is linked to an older British tradition in which the servants of the wealthy were allowed the next day to visit their families since they would have had to serve their masters on Christmas Day. The employers would give each servant a box to take home containing gifts, bonuses, and sometimes leftover food. Until the late 20th century, there continued to be a tradition among many in the UK to give a Christmas gift, usually cash, to vendors, although not on Boxing Day, as many would not work on that day.


There's more at the link.

As a child in South Africa, I remember my parents putting together "Christmas boxes" (usually envelopes) for the workers who delivered mail, bottles of milk, and other services to our home.  They'd give them to the workers a couple of days before Christmas, rather than the day after, because so many of them would be hung over after Christmas and might not make it to work that day!

With the passing of the "servant era" in Western society, the concept of Boxing Day has died away, too.  I think that's a pity.  It's worth remembering those on whose service we rely every day of the year, and acknowledging that in some practical way.

Peter


12 comments:

dearieme said...

We gave "Christmas boxes" to our paperboy and our milkman.

The 'boy' is an adult male and the 'man' is an adult female.

They deliver to the door whatever the weather - and did so throughout the Great Totalitarian Covid Fiasco. How could we not give them a financial "thank you"?

Skinnedknuckles said...

I don't think that the tradition has completely died out. My wife and I are not "British" but we nonetheless give gratuities to several folks who provide us critical and excellent service during the year. This includes the people who collect our garbage and recyclables, our rural mail delivery person, and others who we don't have the opportunity in the normal course of business to recognize.

heresolong said...

Grew up in Canada and Boxing Day was a day to part with friends, after the day devoted to family. Usually, for me, that meant Boxing Day party at a friend's house, whose parents invited everyone they knew or worked with. Over the course of 6 to 8 hours, several hundred people would pass through the very large house while we kids were there the whole time playing games and hanging out.

My parents used to leave gratuities for various tradesmen, but at some point it was made "against the rules". I remember them pinning an envelope to the top of a trash bag with something for the garbage man, then being told by said garbage man that the company would send inspectors around to make sure they weren't getting tips. 🙄

These days, I don't know my mailman because the mail is delivered to a box a block away and I have to go down there to get it. The garbage man doesn't get out of his truck as the pickup is automated, and I don't have milk delivered. I know it's more efficient but I feel like maybe we've lost something there.

heresolong said...

I've noticed that the idea of a paperboy does seem to have gone away. It's usually a grown man and around here it's always a Sikh in an old minivan. Possibly because so few people subscribe to "the paper" anymore that you can't just have a fourteen year old kid lugging a bag of papers down the street. The subscribers are blocks apart and one person in a van can do it far more efficiently.

Peteforester said...

Ah, those blessed Christmas tips I got as a paper boy on Long Island back in the 70's! My usual weekly take on the route was about $20.00. Christmas tips would easily push that to around $100.00! That money usually went to getting my old boat, Dawn, ready for the water come spring. She was an old wooden 1957 Thompson. There was no end of maintenance on a wooden boat, but Dawn was a labor of love...

Ed Bonderenka said...

One of our engineers was Canadian (eh?) and we would always wish him a Happy Boxing Day.
And he'd reply "Bob's your uncle!".

Old NFO said...

Taking care of those who 'take care of us' is NOT a bad thing!

Celia Hayes said...

We do plates of home-baked cookies or fudge and take around large platters of it to the local fire department substation and police department substation, and smaller platters to a couple of local businesses that we do business with - the bank, car mechanic, grandson's day-care. Some years we have also done boxes for the various delivery drivers, post-office delivery-person, garbage truck driver - but we usually deliver these before Christmas.

Peter said...

That's great, if the recipients are allowed to accept them - but there are places (I've lived in a few) where they're not allowed to take such gifts, because of the danger of them being poisoned, or cut with razor blades embedded in the cookies, or stuff like that. Please God that won't come to this country . . .

Anonymous said...

I gave a bottle of my home-made Wild Mountain Blackberry wine to my mail carrier every year. She's so appreciative, and says I'm the only person that remembers her AND knows her name.
Mailboxes are at the road, I get packages delivered right to my door! LOL!

Anonymous said...

Today, in Canada, Boxing Day is the day ungrateful recipients take back the presents they didn’t like.

Anonymous said...

So that really brings up a good point, and of course the memer's nail it: we used to be that way. Now we can't have nice things. What changed?
No, really, like, we discuss the topic, here and other places. What was it that changed, shifted in our world? We used to do things like that, now we don't... trust, the people giving the gift? Why, who, what would cause someone, to bake a cake and put poison in it?
Was it b/c we closed the mental hospitals? These kinds of people used to get locked up? Was it movies and media? Videogames? Losing religion? Never in a million years would it occur to me... yet this is a real actual threat today (ask any ICE employee right now).
WTF happened to our world that brought us to this point?