We ate cheesy potato soup and crusty bread and raspberry waffles and hot peppermint milk. The little kids played at our feet while the big kids battled away at Mario Kart. Even the stalwart youngest souls made it to midnight. They shot off confetti poppers and Nate even had a fancy-schmancy firework that blasted up way too high and loud for the middle of the night. It was positively indecent–and wonderful. Magoo and I watched from the front room window like the gentle souls we are. Then off we went–home again, home again…jiggity jog.
Hello lovely New Year.
We’ve been waiting for you.