Tolkien on Sundays being special

From his poem The Prancing Pony:

And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

There's a lot I like about that, not least of which is the intimation that Sundays are different given that this Day has it's own special cutlery. In addition to different cutlery + crockery, our household also allows the children special drinks, we usually have a special meal (as it's Mothering Sunday today, I'm cooking the family some lamb J) and the children are allowed extra chocolate. All that in addition to meeting with the Lord in His people earlier in the day. What's not to like about Sunday?