When I was a preschooler, I watched my mother take down our old wall calendar and put up a new one.
I asked her what she was doing, and she explained that the new year was about to begin.
Little Lydia didn’t approve of this grownup nonsense. She liked the year we already had and saw no reason to change it.
(Spoiler alert: it changed anyway.)
What’s one of your earliest memories about this time of year?