Norman Rockwell

February Twenty-Fifth is an extremely obscure holiday:

Grandma is sleeping in the other room
Christmas is only ten months away
I think it can still be just like Norman Rockwell
(Cloud Cult, Advice from the Happy Hippopotamus, 2005, "Rockwell")

Cloud Cult probably wasn't trying to create a meta-holiday of nostalgia. Such idyllic vision can be a simple reminder of the past unattainable. Maybe the Ghost of Christmas Past? Lana Del Ray calmly responds in her wisdom:

God-damn, man-child
You fucked me so good that I almost said “I love you”
You're fun and you're wild
But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through
Your poetry's bad and you blame the news
But I can't change that, and I can't change your mood
(Lana Del Ray, "Norman Fucking Rockwell")