My Dad made it our family’s New Year’s Eve tradition to recite the poem “Good Riddance, But Now What?”by Ogden Nash. This year, I read it to him - and wanted to share it with you:
Come children, gather round my knee, Something is about to be.
Tonight’s December thirty-first. Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark! It’s midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year.