With the year racing to turn round the bend to the new year, let us stop to pack up last year’s memories in a way that makes next year more hopeful.
As you take a last look at the memories, make peace with the hard times. Let them go and be gone from your life. Then boldly place the good stuff on the top. There is always some good stuff, even if you can’t see it clearly. Stop and notice that the sun always rises. Pause to find some humor in the year which is trying to make a quick exit.
Then take some time to take charge of this passing of the year by seeing your cup half full:
For next year we wish you well.
Hold Yule joy close, and ring a bell.
Speak of hope and faith, to friends draw near.
Sing, hug, break bread as we close this year!
As we bask in the warm glow of what we’re thankful for, we know
Time has come to say hello with little tidbits from Friendship Row.
Relax in a chair – breathe in some fresh air.
Remember your good times, and friends that were there.
Polish off this year as it expires
—————- With fudge, hot rolls, and cozy fires:-)
May next year be a fresh start filled with hope, health, and kindness. Happy New Year to all.
As the winds begin to bite the nose, we bring the Year of the Hurricane to a close.
So pull up a chair, take a breath of fresh air,
Hear this year’s story — if you really dare!
We’ve all had them — years that made New Years a ray of hope — and good riddance.
To this year we’re glad to say “bye”
It could have been better. That we can’t deny.
But we’ve had all along the warmth of friends fine.
When company came we had a good time.
It’s been a hard year; that surely is true.
But somehow we made it. We can now see the view from a new point in time.
So the struggle and change seems well worth the price of a few growing pains.
A dear friend of many years dropped by with a box of holiday cards which personified my year. It mentioned “a wolf at the door a’growlin’ fierce.” Then it ended with advising folks to have a happy Christmas – anyway.
I enclosed my poem in these rather strange Yuletide cards being sent to close friends who could stand that much pain and still know to grin. I added a handwritten P.S. saying, “Next year I’m going to eat that wolf!”
The next year when time came to send out cards I put another P.S. on my holiday letters saying, “I haven’t eaten the wolf yet, but we do have it penned up in the back hard.”
From smells and sights and sounds I can tell again it’s time.
To look back at how last year went, and spell it out in rhyme.
So take a whiff, tune an ear.
Look around ; have a cup of cheer.
While we reminisce on this last year.
Do it now while it’s still here.
So if you’re wondering where the good times are, look at the calendar and realize you’re still here. Hold on to love and kindness, and remember things are only transitory. March into the New Year with hope in your heart and a determination to choose happiness:-)
Copyright by Hildra Tague. Permission required for republication by consulting the author.