You 're in charge of creating a new holiday . Include traditions , dates , rituals , activities , foods , symbols , colors , etc etc . Then , describe an event that happens during your holiday .

I woke up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My alarm sounded its shrill cry again. I pulled it to my side, and peered at it out of half-closed eyelids. September 4. Wait, September 4! That meant it was Meatday, the best day of the year! 
 
 I ripped off the covers, flung them hard across the room. Leaping out of bed, I dressed in a hurry. Sleeveless white Under Armour paired with black basketball shorts, with deep pockets extending nearly their entire length. Under Armour golf socks barely reached my ankles, but fit nicely into a pair of white Asics running shoes overlaid with stripes of red mixed with worn white shoelaces frayed on one side. I double-checked that the shoes fit well, retying the shoelaces multiple times. Finally, I pinned my event day number, 733351, to the front of my shirt. 
 
 And then I sprinted. Muscles strained, pushing for speed with every ounce of strength. As I neared the city center, wind rushed past my face, carrying enticing smells. When I finally reached the traditional Meatday festival, that temple of the hallowed global tradition, my nostrils took over. They heaved up, grasping for as much as they could take. And my eyes saw why. There were stands and tents, far as the eye could see, in all manner of colors and shapes. Everywhere were people sprinting between them in workout gear, shoving meat into their pockets so they could eat on the run. There was spiced lamb in honey glaze, thick sausages filled with jalapenos sizzling on open-air grills, racks of chicken, beef, and pork resting upon massive fire pits the size of Olympic swimming pools. Strewn about the chaos was an endless array of gym equipment. Bench presses and free weights, medicine balls and yoga mats. People sweated upon them, but paid little heed to their own struggles. They were there for one purpose, and one purpose alone. To allow the festival goers to intake more food. 
 
 I began my run through the five square miles of meat mandated by the United Nations, making up for lost time. I ran and I ate, I ate and I ate, I lifted, I ate, and I did it all over again and again. Every morsel was succulent, every bite dripping with flavorful juices. I could not stop, so I indulged. 
 
 Occasionally, the performance acts appeared at the edges of my vision. Fully symphony orchestras, playing grand movements written by Wagner, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky. They befit the occasion, though like many others, I paid them little heed. 
 
 On lap 7 I realized I was having an exceptionally good performance this year. Others took notice. A woman punched me in the stomach without any warning as we passed each other at full throttle, causing me to throw up a little. A bulky Russian lifted me up, and thrust me down upon his knee abdomen first. Attacks on any other day, but friendly gestures on this. 
 
 The cannons fired their salvo at midnight, as they always did. Fireworks exploded in the sky, followed in by military aircraft dropping off entire armies via parachute. They came by the thousand, paintball guns blazing. For two hours, the festival grounds got turned into a battle ground. 
 
 The stands were overturned and used as cover. Yoga mats were used as Romanesque shields. Festival goers against the full might of the military. Numbers against training. We ran at them, and they repelled us. Twice. Thrice. It went on beyond count. My light clothing offered little protection against a never ending hailstorm of paintballs. They buried into my skin, leaving welts of yellow and red and blue. 
 
 Finally, when the Mayor adjudged the grounds to be good and destroyed, and the city center looked like it had just been firebombed, the cannons fired again. The running tallies kept by electronic scoresheets linked to the event-day numbers recorded me as the winner. Not just of my city's festival, but of the global festival! 
 
 I was brought to the tallest building in the city, and handed a microphone connected to loudspeakers around the world. I spoke, and my voice reverberated through all of creation. 
 
 *I am the Emperor for this coming year! As is my right, I am allowed three meat-related decrees. My first is thus. Beginning on the next January 1, and lasting exactly one year, there shall be free bacon on every street corner! My second decree is that sausages of average quality shall be provided to all who are starving! My final decree is that a team of chefs of outstanding ability shall be assembled and tasked with experimenting with maple glazes upon all manners of meats! Your Emperor has spoken! * 
 
 The cheer was deafening. 
 

