There's usually something open on most holidays apart from the evening of 24 December when even the nonstops stop.

When ‛neath him yawned th’ expectant grave, Nor either parent dar’d to save, Tho’ hoary both, the life they gave, ‛Twas thine in youth to seek the tomb, Avertress of thy husband’s doom !

That the Aeschylean Oresteia turns on the conflict between motherdom and fatherdom is notorious.

I had to ring you back because I forgot to ask you something important.