I proclaim it...'Tove Day!'
There is no reason or rhyme, well perhaps rhyme as it comes from one of the most famous of poems known, but certainly no reason to my proclaimation other than I think a day of gyre and gimbling will do us all good. Whether you chose to do so in the wabe is completely up to you. So eat cheese, gyre, gimble, gallomph if you must...but around brillig everyone remember it is National Tove day...and get on with your slithy self and let your inner tove, rath, borogrove or bandersnatch out in the most beamish way you can think of. Oh yeah...uffishness is completely mome to the day...so avoid it as you would a jabberwock. With that...I go to bed.