We are, as a rule, VERY non-religious. If anything, we lean toward Buddhist. But both of us grew up with Christmas and therefore celebrate is a time for family and bonding and food you never eat and seeing people who you never see (...and sometimes feel like that's too much, but they ARE family and family sticks together...). One year, Christmas.just.sucked. Mom lost her house, we fought, the car broke down, brother relapsed... you get the idea, REALLY.BAD.DAY.times ten.
So we called a re-do one month out, did the basic family obligations, stock-piled the gifts, curled up alone together, ate frozen pizza, and watched lame cartoons.
January 25? The tree was still up, the lights were on, Christmas music was playing, Christmas movies from the DVR were played all day, and we opened gifts, had a nice dinner, and played up the day.
We now just plan Christmas to suck, give the kiddos prezzies, roll our eyes, and appreciate (greatly) anything that goes well that day.
Re-Christmas is the stuff we wait for. Kids at respite after a nice breakfast, grown ups exchange gifts, have a nice evening out, and get some rest.
The kids love it because it's always a fun day at respite, and we all get a healthy break.