If you've read my other posts, you already know that I'm in love with New Years. That being said, I'm a week out from the holiday and I'm finding myself feeling bitter.
We've all just completed (read as, "endured") another Christmas season filled with forced family feasting, half-drunk political conversations, an outpouring of cash, and a whole heap of consumerism.
I know what you're thinking, "Damn, this douche is a total Grinch/Scrooge/Party-Pooper". Well, I find that estimation too green, too mean and too festively-fecal. Listen, I don't hate Christmas. But, it does exhaust me. Honestly, I feel like Christmas is a ramp-up holiday for New Years for me but, this year, I noticed something that truly perturbed me.
When I ask you your favorite Christmas song, you probably have one. Jingle Bells, O Holy Night, Frosty the Snowman or I'll Be Home for Christmas. However, if I ask you what your favorite New Years song is you say...? What? Auld Lang Syne. Yeah. Shocker. It's the one damn song the Holiday has. (Don't get me wrong. I fucking love Auld Lang Syne. It actually gets me teary eyed far-too often. (Also, this needs to be said. It's not Old Lange's Sign. Don't you call it that. I'll smack that champagne flute right out of your hands. It means "times long past" and not some elderly dude's billboard. (Also, I'm really enjoying seeing how deep I can get into this parenthetical rabbit's hole. (I promise I'm not always this reckless with my punctuation. I think I had too many Christmas cookies.))))
Well, this Grinchy-Poopy-Scrooge shan't stand for such an oversight. So, I stole a song from Christmas. Don't worry, I'm sure it won't be missed. Just think about it as a Christmas gift to New Years... uh huh. Let's go with that. Below I've adapted it and made it ideal for your New Years celebrations.
Have Yourself A Happy, Little New Year
Have yourself a happy, little New Year. Raise your glasses high.
All our friends will joke of how the months flew by.
Have yourself a happy, little New Year. Let the countdown start.
As the hour of celebration lifts our hearts.
We'll look up as the ball comes down and all over town we'll cheer.
Offering up a champagne toast to send off the ghosts of last year.
Here's to all the good that we'll be granted, all that we'll achieve.
Next year must be better if we just believe.
If not, we'll still have this happy New Years Eve.
I hope yours is an amazing, safe New Year. Have the happiest start to 2017!