Good Riddance

One New Year’s Eve, a frigid night, We visited a friend For a festive celebration We were happy to attend. On leaving, though, we found our car, Its windshield quite a mess. An egg was smashed across the glass; It froze, as you might guess. It took us ages just to scrape Enough away to drive, Our freezing toes and fingers Taking hours to revive. Some other New Year’s eves evoke Strong images, as well, Of parties, dinners, shows and friends, All safe where mem’ries dwell. Alas, tonight, there won’t be much To conjure up, I fear, Except we bade good riddance To a really awful year.