Bending Space and Time To Bring You a Tale of Marvelous Holiday Spirit:

Once, on the twenty-fifth day of the penultimate month of the last year of the first decade of the second millennium, there was a national holiday.  There was a girl who slept late and got up just in time to eat giant cinnamon rolls with her family and watch the Macy's parade.  She wore jeans that smelled like salt and a very purple sweater with a cowl, kindly knitted for her by her grandmother.  She helped make the sweet potato casserole for dinner, and set the table, and played video games with two of her younger brothers.  They turned on the invincibility cheat codes and shot down a few hectomabobs of droids who were trying to invade the Galactic Republic.  She got the Tarzan soundtrack stuck in her head and listened to Enya on her iPod, and explained what a glottal stop was to her family, who don't like Regina Spektor's music.  Then she ate one plate of scrumptious edibles, plus an extra serving of yams and marshmallows.  Her father, oldest younger brother, and she had an in-depth discourse on the fall of historical Prussia, and an argument about past-perfect verb tense.  She and her sister watched the National Dog Show.  She pined after the wire terrier and the Irish setter and the blue-eyed Akita husky.  After sitting around and thinking for a while, she did a tad bit of writing (felicitously, not homework).  She grossly flouted American rules of punctuation in favor of the British rules.  Then she watched the season 2 finale of Doctor Who, glared daggers at her brother for what was probably a good reason, if she could only recall what it was five minutes afterwards, and fain read her friends' NaBloPoMo updates.  The day after that very long-windedly-titled day is called Tomorrow, also known as Friday, and is bound by the laws of the universe to arrive in about nine minutes.  

The girl wrote a story.  

The very long-windedly-titled day was temporarily nicknamed Today, and a pretty first-class day it was, in the unsnowy mitten-shaped land where the girl lived.  
(Especially the sweet potatoes.)

The girl was very thankful for a long list of things, and she spent some time shutting her eyes and clenching her fists and hoping very hard that she will remember to be just as thankful tomorrow, and maybe for the rest of her life.