Think of it, though. Halloween is like Friday - casual Friday, where you dress as you wish.
Thanksgiving is like Friday night - time for friendly fun and partying.
Christmas is the ultimate Saturday, even though it is supposed to be a Sunday.
The real Sunday comes right after Christmas, and lasts until just before Valentine's Day, although I just refer to it as January. Actually, my favourite time is from December 26 until about January 20. And this may be because I was born in the Southern Hemisphere, and so I keep a little secret summer in my soul, which no one can touch - like a warm fire in a lost Wisconsin cottage, writing songs like a Boney Bear. And, having been born on the opposite side of the globe, my days forever try to be nights, and vice versa, as I hobble along in lonely insomnia. My piss twists in a counter-clockwise direction.
Be thankful for your certain situation.