No, I don’t mean Christmas. I am talking about The Day That Daylight Savings Time Finally Ends.

I passionately love this day, and each year I prepare for its’ coming with the same fervor and anticipation usually reserved for more far-reaching events, like, say, the coronation of a new king or queen, or the discovery of a miraculous wonder drug.

I’ve not met many other people who share the intense happiness I feel when this day finally arrives. I try to sum it up in the most compelling terms I can for them. “We get an extra hour of sleep!” I exclaim, while choking back tears of joy. But they just don’t get it.

But I don’t let their lack of comprehension ruin my second favorite day of the year. (My favorite day of the year is my birthday, when I am celebrated just for the fact that I exist. And my third favorite day of the year is “Shiny Ring Day”, which is the day when I take my jewelry in to be inspected and cleaned.)

Interestingly enough, the people who don’t quite understand my excitement at The End of Daylight Savings Time are often the same people who take issue with my choice of holidays. When I share my favorite days with them they feel the need to get offended, perhaps on behalf of all the other holidays I didn’t choose, whose feelings I’ve apparently wounded.

“But what about Christmas? Or, your anniversary?”, they splutter, confident that they’ve hit on the two days absolutely guaranteed to make me feel the maximum amount of guilt, and see the error of my ways.

Clearly these people never read my blog, because if they did they would realize that, if my husband is unfazed by my belief that our couch has “magical healing powers”, most likely he is not going to mind that I make up my own holidays.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love all holidays, and I can deck the halls and trim the tree with the best of them. But somehow, none of those other activities bring me the same thrills of satisfaction I receive when, just for a while, the days return to the rhythm and schedule that is most natural to me. And, just like with my other favorite days, just for a while, it really does seem as if the world actually does revolve around me.