I look like a hobbit in every one of these. Boxing Day is cause for celebration. The day of collective relief after spending days with family, eating to no end. This year we gathered at Matt, Jen and Aaron's apartment on Orange Street, uptown Saint John. Threatened by a Nor'Easter, this night was not derailed. Great reunion times ending with me upchucking red wine in the alley. It was later buried by 30 centimeters of snow.