Last night was a quiet one for us... no hats, no horns.
We ate dinner, then watched TV or read some.
When the ball dropped in NYC we were awake,
we kissed, wished each other a "Happy New Year,"
went off to bed.
Not very exciting but adequate for us.
We're both ailing a bit.
Home is the place for us right now...
a crowded dance floor would be near torture
with our suffering feet.
Still... it would've been nice... fond memories...
"Auld Lang Syne" and all that.
A Happy New Year to all who stumble upon this page.
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