After the kids left home and we didn't have to worry about buying presents and all that, we started a little tradition of going Casino-hopping on Christmas day. We'd get up, eat breakfast, make some coffee, then go to the first Casino about 30 miles away. We'd limit ourselves to 20 bucks at each Casino. One of us would lose some, one of us would win some, then we went to the next Casino. They were like 10-20 miles apart. A great drive along the Gulf Coast (we'd drive by Jefferson Davis House {a Museum} and I'd say "We need to visit that place". And my wife would say "Yeah". But ... we never did) right there where the water meets the sand. We would probably hit about 10 Casinos in all. She liked the slot machines, I liked Roulette and Craps. It was a pleasant drive and we always knew the NEXT Casino is where we were going to hit it big. Our first Outing it was really cold with a slight freezing rain that looked like snow. It was surreal standing in front of a Casino, gazing at the Gulf and thinking "Is it fucking snowing?". On the way home, I asked my wife about what she thought about going to the Casinos on Christmas ... she said "This is the best".
So, even after she died, I still kept going to the Casinos on Christmas. Now ... maybe Thanksgiving too?