This definitely isn't a principle that I celebrate once a year. This is my way of life.
If I give a gift on this day, it's usually a blank book. You want to define yourself? Keep a journal. I know, I know -- I'm supposed to make that book. I did consider it a few months ago when I looked at some book binding kits out of curiousity and totally fell in love with the entire process. Somewhere in there, I saw an exhibit at MoMA from a German sculptor whose name escapes me that put together pulpy looking books from magazine ads, newspapers, you name it. When you leafed through it, it was complete gobble-dee-goop -- which is apparently what he thought was in most periodicals, anyway.
I'll probably end up making a book for myself, just to see if I can do it.