I am a new years Scrooge and I ascribe to the tenet:
If I could work my will every idiot who goes about with "Happy New Year" on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stem of a martini glass through his heart.
Historically New Years to me was never anything to celebrate. The end of the holidays, a return to poopy old school, crappy old work, and at times both...sailing off into January's dreary gloom with nothing but a heavy heart and despair for another period of time off. Well retirement for most part has abated that bitterness, but like the end of August when I hear the cicadas drone in the trees, I still get a bile of back to school pervading my thoughts. I am indeed a New Years Scrooge.
Then there always Guy Lombardo's Auld Lang Syne. Good grief was there ever a piece of music so hideous?
Yet as I get older, I must admit a certain weakening of my Scrooginess. I perceive that beyond the excuse to go get drunk, a habit I gave up when I started going with my wife, and the stupid party hats, kazzoos, and glasses frames depicting the new year, there is a common thread of hope. Quite possibly vain hope, but hope none the less. We are pretty much helpless to the winds of fate, so can we be blamed if for one day a year we throw caution to those winds, and say damn the torpedoes full speed ahead?
If nothing else I have found a better rendition of Auld Lang Syne:
Alas, having not been visited by the ghosts of New Years Past, Present, or Future, I am still inclined to say New Years, Bah Humbug! So to avoid my own curse I shall wish you and your's a
Most Merry New Years!