I don't have much to say about this "holiday." Come on, about the best we could do is get a possum (preferably a live one) and dress it up.
I do however, have a mildly amusing story. When I was in the first grade, the teacher asked to see my mother after class. It seems that earlier in the day the teacher had announced to the class that it was ground hog day. She asked any of us if we knew what a ground hog was. I replied, "Sausage." She was still laughing when she reported this to my mom.
I answered the question like a true Southern child.