Love the Holidays

I love the holidays but I must admit that New Year’s Eve is not my favorite day of the year. My husband and I have always enjoyed the gathering of friends and regularly got together with “the gang”. Though we loved to socialize and an opportunity to laugh and eat good food, we never voluntarily did the New Year’s Eve thing. Early in our married life, it was required that we participate in the evening because of our employment and we did so grudgingly. It always seemed that the closer that the ball came to dropping, the more that I longed to be at home on the couch. As we aged out of those jobs and began our careers, the need to go out on New Year’s Eve fell by the wayside. We were content to let the rest of the world revel and party while we watched it all from our front row seats in our living room. Many years we did not even make it to the stroke of midnight before falling off to sleep. Several years have passed since those early days and a lot of things have changed. Some for the better and some, sadly, for the worse. All in all I cannot complain about the hand that life has dealt me but that does not mean that I do not still find New Year’s Eve to be a little bittersweet. The older I get, the more that I am aware of the passing of time. This year, I will ring in the New Year with my sweet grandbabies. We will eat pizza and watch movies and they might even be awake to see the ball drop. Chances are, I will be in front of the fire, dozing a little and waiting patiently, for January 2nd to dawn clear and bright.

Source: K.P. Guessen