Next month, it'll be New Year's Eve. People gather in parties, wearing crazy glasses, blowing obnoxious horns, screaming at the top of their lungs. On the last day of December, everyone flocks to York City so they can see the ball drop. From a building's top it falls, as the crowd counts down, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY 2009! Couples share their first kiss for the refreshed calendar, but when the hype has died down, streets begin to clear, we realize nothing changed. Same jobs, families, feelings. No shock sent up your spine. Oh well, twelve more months until the following celebration.
1 comment:
new year's...good topic. it is an interesting holiday
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