It seems to me, that holidays are just not the same when you're in-between.
You see, C and I are no longer at the candy-snatching-parade-going age. (To be clear, we're no longer at the acceptable age to be snatching candy at parades.)
We don't have children, so we don't spend the day running from parades to food fest to fireworks to bed.
We're just two in-betweeners, content to run errands in the morning, finish projects in the afternoon, grill dinner with friends, and catch tiny glimpses of fireworks from our porch between trees.
At any rate (and at any age), we had a nice holiday.