celebrating

Been through more than a few new year celebrations. Some worth remembering, some not, and some I can’t remember. But my fondest New Year’s Eve memories go back to when the kids were young and for our celebration the whole family would camp out in the living room.

In the Christmas tree’s glow we would roll out the sleeping bags on the living room rug. Jan would make popcorn and bring out the last of the Christmas cookies for our snack. When they were little they would nestle in with us while we read out loud. We might have been reading Dumas’ The Three Musketeers or The Man In The Iron Mask or maybe one of the innumerable Harry Potters. In later years we would play scrabble or upwords. We rarely made it until the ball dropped.

Instead, the ball would drop to all of us fast asleep, ringing in the new year in sweet dreams.

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