Book: King Bungee

For a dozen days before the end of the year citizens begin to realize that life is short... trying to do anything they did not reach the hands during the previous two hundred and eighty eight days. To fulfill the promises made to someone, or yourself, pay bills, take your lumps, and even volunteered to rush forward with all possible trouble, lest they be overshadowed by that light the life that supposedly begins after the end of "this terrible year". Practicality, reaching the point of absurdity! In short, the Last Day of the Year is not a holiday, but it's stupid to suddenly start and then suddenly stop hectic activities.