Yes, Leif Erickson day!
When people dress in viking helmets and drink ale whilst dancing the Aluh dressed in grass skirts.
Then, Lola the Island Goddess flies in on her conch shell boat, pulled by a parakeet. She spreads the love of warm days and sandy shores by leaving baskets pineapples and funny looking purple fruits on people's doorsteps.
Y'know what.
I have an idea for an arc after the tournament. The Birth of the Small Gods, where a sudden surge of energy from the Omni causes the spontaneous birth of dozens of lesser gods.
So we can finally work in the Moon/Sun gods, as well as other independent gods that make a mythology more interesting.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather