Happy New Year!

Las VegasThis is it.

The last of 2015.

And so it goes.

Time.

Going, going, gone.

As of December 31st.

At midnight.

Stick a fork in it.

It’s done.

Ring out the old.

Ring in the new.

Horns blow.

Confetti rains down.

Balloons float in the air.

Bells ring.

Corks pop.

Champagne flows.

Kisses and hugs.

Laugh and smile.

Usher out the old.

Welcome the new.

The past is past.

Saying adios.

A new year is born.

Wishing one well.

May it be happy.

And healthy.

And prosperous.

Break out in song.

A song of time.

A timeless song.

Sung around the world.

The song of New Year’s Eve.

Written in Scots (a northern dialect of English).

Auld Lang Syne.

Which literally means “long ago.”

And it was written long ago.

In 1796.

By Scotland’s national poet.

Robert Burns.

Here’s the short version:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to min’?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And days o’ lang syne?

(Chorus)

For auld lang syne, my dear,                            

For auld lang syne,

We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness, dear

For auld lang syne.”

Do “take a cup of kindness” yet.

And toast 2016.

That’s Mason.

Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.

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