Why I Don't Get More Days Off

(Christmas was my first day off since sometime in March.)
Well, my family and I were all sitting at our dining room table choking down filet mignon with bearnaise and mushroom cognac cream when I turned to my sister and asked her how Elvis was. My wife nudged me. Hard. My sister's quizzical look prompted me to ask her what her friend's name was.
"Oh, Albert," I said. "He has that Elvis thing going on with his hair...".
The rest of the gang was in apoplectic fits of laughter. My wife kicked me savagely under the table.