‘Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne’
For the history of New Years Eve and Hogmanay celebrations please click on our Forbury Newspaper page..
‘Burning the New Year’ a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye..
‘Letters swallow themselves in seconds,
notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings, marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies’
Christmas dinner at The Forbury..(above)
(Below) Christmas photos : Dorothy, Gen & Colleen, Joan with Yvonne and her delicious Roulade, Muriel & Dennis, Jeanette’s birthday drinks with Roberto and Abby and Paddy, David & Lucy making shortbread..Click on images to enlarge