How about the 23rd?
That should give me time to get my stuff together. You know. Pretend to clean up the place. Decorate the old mansion. Remind my groundskeeper to move that busted dump truck out of the way so you all can park your imaginary sleigh and team of Clydesdales.
So you're all invited, you and your cousin-brothers and friends and your dog and the horse you rode in on. Bring everybody!!!!
Gotta go... must whip up a batch of something that would be incredibly tasty and unhealthy in real life!!