Since my family and I are quiet homebodies, we don’t have many New Year’s Eve traditions. My parents usually come to town to visit for a few days, and on New Year’s Eve, we all go out for a nice dinner, then relax at home by the fire. That’s what we did tonight, and it was lovely.
No resolutions, no retrospectives, no best-of-2024 lists. Just a moment to pause and visit with family. Maybe tomorrow we’ll watch the parade and bake some cookies, since we didn’t have time to bake any in preparation for Christmas.
Meanwhile, the seventh day of Christmas rolls into the eighth. (Anyone need some swans? Or milk?)