I know people who quietly celebrate the winter solstice and watch the tiny, incremental increase each morning in our daylight hours. My father was one of those. So am I. For me it marks the real beginning of the new year.
Regardless, I’ll wait until midnight with the TV on to watch the Times Square ball descend as the crowd counts the seconds down to midnight…three time zones earlier than here in Central Oregon. I’ll not voice my suspicion New Year’s Eve is more excuse to party than to welcome in a new year. It’s a calendar thing. A tradition. A world-wide tradition. So who am I to object…even if it’s ten days late.
Rod
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