One New Year’s Eve, a frigid night,
We
visited a friend
For
a festive celebration
We
were happy to attend.
On
leaving, though, we found our car,
Its
windshield quite a mess.
An
egg was smashed across the glass;
It
froze, as you might guess.
It
took us ages just to scrape
Enough
away to drive,
Our
freezing toes and fingers
Taking
hours to revive.
Some
other New Year’s eves evoke
Strong
images, as well,
Of
parties, dinners, shows and friends,
All
safe where mem’ries dwell.
Alas,
tonight, there won’t be much
To
conjure up, I fear,
Except
we bade good riddance
To
a really awful year.
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