It’s been years since I did a big, bang up New Year’s Eve. In fact, not since the time that John, Jacob and I not only broke a Guinness Book of World Records but did not die a fiery death have I done anything terribly exciting for New Years. Times Square in diapers holds no attraction for me.
But still, it is a time to celebrate. And so I will let you in on a wonderful, yet dirt-cheap way to ring out the old and ring in the new. Or is that “Bring”?
Damn, I haven’t even opened the champagne yet.
OK, here’s what you do:
On the stroke of midnight,
Open the back door –
to force out all the BAD luck.
Open the front door —
to let in the GOOD luck.
The rest is optional, but we always:
- Drink a toast to the New Year.
- Kiss anyone and everyone who happens to be nearby
- Hope for all the best for all we care about in the New Year.
This year I will of course add to family and flesh friends a wish the happiest, healthiest of new years to all my blogging buddies.
Happy New Year – may your good luck always be stronger than your bad.
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Yup, this is a re-tread. I will probably post it next year, too.
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