When I was young, we would as a family go to church at 11:00 pm on New Year’s Eve. The minister Rev. Arnold Cooper had an excellent sense of timing and the service would reach a climax right at midnight and he would pause while fireworks went off all over town and then briefly resume to give us an uplifting final blessing and send us on our way. During that pause, my father would slip a large denomination currency note into my hand, a tradition that I continued with my own children until they grew up and moved away. Then all the parishioners would mingle outside for awhile wishing each other all the best for the coming year. (This was Sri Lanka so it was warm and we could hang out outside indefinitely.) The family would then go home and eat and drink something before going to bed. It was low-key but nice.
I never did get into the New Year’s Eve big party scene, whether at public venues or in private homes. On occasion friends would invite us to such parties and we would go but to me the whole business of waiting for the ball to drop always seemed a little strained and artificial. The chief benefit is that at such times one thinks about and greets friends, especially those who are far away, something that should be done more frequently.
This cartoon pretty much captures my view.
But that does not prevent me from wishing all the readers of this blog all the best for 2019.
I am going to bed now. Let me know how the new year turns out.