It's the last night for the Christmas tree to shine it's red and silver as this is the final evening of the year. Cleaning and organizing for the big bash, hoping to bring in the new year with a sparkling counter top and shiny floors. The aroma of cinnamon fills the air and the party favors are being dispersed. A horn in one hand, a glass of champagne in the other. The children running around banging on pots with long handled silver spoons excited to have a plastic champagne flute filled with Sparkling cider, heading their way. Up passed bedtime and all sugared up dancing and singing as the adults converse watching the clock waiting for the countdown. The television displays the crowd in New York that wait anxiously for the ball to drop. A loud boom and a few pops in the darkened street as the fireworks announce the countdown is near.
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Happy New Year!
A mother and her child exchange cheers, touching their glasses, as the clanking sound fills the room in unison. Everyone shouting, wrapping arms around each other, pulling them in tight, kissing to the New Year's song. The children being swooped into a parents arms, dancing and laughing, hugging and screaming, I love you and Happy New Year. Cell phones and telephones ringing off the hook, billions of text messages delayed, yet will arrive sometime in the night. At the close of the morning, resolutions being tossed around with a promise to start fresh, as they yawn and find a place to rest their head.
Goodnight, or shall I say good morning.
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