It is late afternoon on New Year’s Eve, also known in other parts of the
world as Old Year’s Day, Veille du Jour de l’An or St. Sylvester’s Day, the
last day of the year, December 31st.
I imagine there are a respectable number of people about to begin the
celebration of New Year’s Eve. I am
guessing there are men and women preparing their costume for the evening
particularly if they’re planning to attend a formal occasion though they may
only be donning some (possibly new) comfortable clothing for a more casual
rally. Very likely there are people who
are in the frenetic throes of final preparation of food and drink for
themselves and guests. Certain couples will
have made plans for a private and perhaps elegant celebration whether on home
turf or in a romantic resort. Perhaps
even complete families have something special in mind to mark the occasion.
Whatever is going on I suspect that we are in the minority of people who
plan to do nothing at all. Certainly
there was a time when hullabaloo and black tie were not lost on me on New Year’s
Eve. Thankfully I am able to recollect
those festivities without having to relive them. Frankly I haven’t the energy either for the
performance or the society. Far more
work than I could possibly convince myself it is worth.Indeed at the risk of being labeled killjoys we haven’t any longer much tolerance for ritual celebration of any kind. Sure we continue to succumb to the merriment of the more personal events of birthdays, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, but that’s about all. If the truth be known, I abhor the observance of my own birthday.
Happy New Year!
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