It wasn't long ago that I would get caught up in the revelry and fooforah of the New Years Eve celebration. Admittedly I didn't really care much for it except for the fact it was an excuse to go to a social event. To me though, it's another day of the year, so I never understood the kissing and hugging at 12:01am, or wishing me a "Happy New Year," or resolutions to change ones life (why wait until Jan 1 to do that).
The last two years though have been spent at home with our daughter sleeping blissfully in her crib while my wife and I watch rather boring NYE presentations on television. We actually mused as to the reason for the poor singers used on the presentations. Perhaps they couldn't find anything else for the evening.
But how things have changed --- no more social events, parties or gatherings. It's off to bed at 12:05am knowing that our daughter will be up bright and early the next day (she was gracious this year and let us sleep in til 9:00am if you can believe it). If you had cut out the silly shows on television this year, someone looking in on us through a window would never know this night was any different then the others. Perhaps the burnout of the holiday is partially to blame (see Grinch post) or the bust of the Mayan prophecy (what sillyness), or just too busy - It's all rather farsical to me. Why make a big deal out of December 31? It's just another day of the year, nothing is different, it's still cold outside (if you live far enough north), you still get up the next day, albeit hopefully to a day off work.
I wonder, do I make an attempt to hide my cynical attitude of NYE when my daughter is old enough to be curious? I'm not an old fuddy duddy, we will have fun with the Tooth fairy, Santa Clause and the Easter bunny for a few years, but even then, children eventually grow up to understand what they truly are. Do I decide to wait until my child is an adult before she figures out what NYE really is? *shrugs* Who knows :)
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