Seems like nowadays, the only Presidents Day celebrations happening are at car dealers and mattress stores, where guys in bad costimes are "chopping prices," much like George Washington used to not actually chop down cherry trees. Does anybody really take a moment to think about George and Abe any more?
In MY day, we took Presidents day seriously! We'd put on our powder wigs and fake beards, and we'd sing songs like "George Jacob Jingleheimer Washtington," and "Does Your Tophat Make You Taller, Yes Sir, Yes Sir!" We'd exchange simple, yet tasteful gifts like chattering wooden teeth or fully functional, loaded muskets, then at midnight, my dad would recite the Gettysburg Address and we'd all get teary-eyed. But that was when President's day had meaning. It's all commercial now.