Like most things Canadian, I can't make heads or tails of this holiday. It seems to exist for no reason, except perhaps to celebrate the removal of empty boxes post-Christmas. So, in that spirit, I hope all of your empty boxes (and any other trash, for those of you of different faiths and nationalities) make it to the curb ok.
(The only other thing I can think of is that perhaps Canadians are hoping that from some miraculous virgin conception, a decent boxer will be born in Canada, since there's no way in Hell one would ever come from Canada naturally. In that case, keep dreaming, people. It'll take more than faith for that. Be happy making your maple syrup, it's a good, simple life, and where would pancakes be without you?)