COTC - 26 Dec 2025 - Happy Boxing Day!

Speaker 0: Woah. All the elves are on the sofa. Grandma's snoring in her chair. Stock and stuff with half a candy, tangled tinsel everywhere. Lake affecting the forecast, but the driveway's all just flushed.

Took the tree to the garage. Now the pines and culture shock rub. It's the day after Christmas. Hey, Traverse City.

Speaker 1: Cherry pie hangover coffee, not credit.

Speaker 2: Ugly sweater sliding off one shoulder. Still, we're shoveling sail as not

Speaker 0: snow drifts chill. Oh, the magic's gone, but the leftovers stay. Day after Christmas up north, we'll laugh it away. We'll laugh it away. Mall parking lot is bumper cars in four wheel drive parade.

Uncle bought a snowblower, then it rained all Boxing Day. Cousin stuck in Kalkaska says the plow just passed him by. He's trading jokes for jumper cables under that gray bellied sky.

Speaker 1: Hey, Pete.

Speaker 0: It's the day after Christmas. Hey, Traverse City.

Speaker 1: Cherry pie hangover coffee not pretty.

Speaker 2: Ugly sweater sliding off one shoulder still. We're shoveling still as not snowdrifts.

Speaker 1: Chill. Oh, the magic's gone, but the leftover stay. Oh.

Speaker 0: We got ornaments on clearance. We got cheese balls for a week. We got three more family board games and one more, just one more peek. At the lake that looks like stainless steel at the town that's half asleep. Sent us somewhere on a beach now.

We're here counting plastic rings. Rings. Real deep. It's the day after Christmas. Traverse City,

Speaker 1: cherry pie hangover coffee not pretty.

Speaker 2: Ugly sweater sliding off one shoulder still.

Speaker 0: Woke up boxing day in Traverse City, snowbank higher than my hopes. Grandma's Buick buried to the mirrors. Uncle says she still goes. Sure it does. Cherry pie on the kitchen counter.

Leftover ham in a folding chair. Cousins out ice fishing on Zoom. Says the Wi Fi's better out there. Boxing day in Traverse City. We're just boxing up the pot, trading socks that don't quite fit

Speaker 3: for the fudge we meant to hide.

Speaker 0: From Petoskey down to Boyne, we give, we nap, we grace. Boxing day in Northern Michigan is our halftime for the holidays. And drove in from down by Kocasco, bragging about her brand new sled. It's a used one from '92, but she swears this baby shreds.

Speaker 2: Oh, yeah.

Speaker 0: We hit May for the clearance candles. Every card a demolition dirty. Guy in line with a 10 foot shovel says it's for my car, don't worry. Boxing day in Traverse City, we're just boxing up the pot. Trading socks

Speaker 3: that don't quite fit for the fudge we meant to hide.

Speaker 0: From Petoskey down to Point, we're good. We nap. We crave snowplows stuck in the cul de sac, even he's taking the day off. Wearing sweatpants, flannel slippers, playing your your talking tough. Next year, I'll train like a boxer, the pie.

Trading socks that don't quite fit for the

Speaker 4: fudge we meant to hide.

Speaker 0: From Petoskey down to Boyne, we're red gift. We nap. We graze.