New Year’s has never been high on my list of holidays. I know there are people out there who love nothing more than ringing out the old and ringing in the new, but I’m not among them. Maybe my ringer’s busted.
Most years I’ve had my glass of celebratory ginger ale and made my way to bed long before the celebratory ball drops at Times Square and the celebratory gunfire begins in my neighborhood. I’m not exactly Mr. Wild And Crazy Kiss At Midnight Party Animal, is what I’m trying to say.
I guess I just have too many issues, beginning with the fact that New Year’s had always seemed kind of arbitrary to me. Who decided Jan. 1 ought to commence the year? Did they take a vote? Why wasn’t I notified? Isn’t this unconstitutional? Didn’t the Founding Fathers have something to say about this? Where is it written that the new year starts in January and not, say, the middle of April?