Getting ready for the New Year

Just a quick post to wish everyone a happy new year.  We've spent most of the day cleaning and organizing and putting away.  It's just nicer to start the new year with a clean house.  On top of regular cleaning, the boys rearranged their room and we put up the third bed for H. in A. and P.'s room.  (It desperately needs some organizational help and I can't really see what room is available without all the beds up.)  It feels so good to walk around the house and see clear, empty spaces.  Ahhhhh....

Another reason for the cleaning is that we host a party every year for some of our friends and their children.  If you guessed that there will probably more than a few children here, you'd be correct.  It helps for things to start out neat.  The adults play cards (Hearts, mainly) and the children either run around and play together or play their own games.  I know M. is planning some serious game playing with her group.  (She... and they... are just a little bit competitive.  Not that I would know where she get's it from....)  We toast the New Year, sing Auld Lang Syne (and wonder again what the heck we're singing about) and everyone heads home with very tired children.  I don't know about you, but each year as we sing and I look around at our good friends and our collective group of wonderful, growing children, I get a little teary and offer up a prayer that we will be able to join together the next year.

Do you need the words, so you can sing along?

Auld Lang Syne (by Robert Burns)

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

   For auld lang syne, my dear,
   For auld lang syne.
   We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
   For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.


We twa hae run about the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine.
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld lang syne.


We twa hae sported i' the burn,
From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.


And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a right good willie-waught,,
For auld lang syne.


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