Hope for the holidays

It’s 2022. Make of it what you want.

Quiet New Year’s Eves are in my personal history. No ballroom pomp, no Guy Lombardo [although I will insist on our evening with Lawrence Welk tonight], NYE was just another night.

We did not try to attend a balldrop [although my hubby did do that with first wife.] At one time, we did a theater run on a few December 31sts and suffered the inconveniences of getting home after.

On one of these occasions we huddled in a theater district hotel pre-preformance and encountered Times Square revelers coming in for a warm up on that frigid night. We did not envy them their spot in the “pens.”

After that, we stayed home, tuning in for some channel flicking and shutting off as we got sleepy. This was usually and inevitably well before the countdown to the next year.

Last night, we had the pleasure and the privilege to witness the fireworks from Central Park that brought in 2022. It was a special New Year’s at our house.