New Year

The holiday I love the most is the one we call New Year, They say that it is the season; you know - the one filled with good cheer. To me the holiday denotes an end to the year gone by. The things that made us laugh at times and the things that made us cry. The good times we can now post in our memory box The bad things we can post, but hope they do get lost. The New Years here, a new start, the winter will come to an end. The warmth will come; we grasp it to us, just as a dear loved friend. The days grow ever lighter; I look out and see each day. They struggle through bad weather, until the full warmth comes in May. I stay awake that night, the last one of the year Not to party and drink constantly, But to welcome without fear. The New Year brings new challenges, and these we all take on. To get us through this New Year, So that we can welcome the next new one.