Midnight will sound
And we’ll all gather round the new little year of the day
But, dear old year, before you go
There’s something you ought to know…

Though your back is bent and your beard is grey
You’re a year well-spent, and I’d like to say
You put on a first class show, and I’m sorry to see you go!

You brought trouble, taught me to handle it
Thanks for the lesson
You brought romance
Oh, what a scandal it caused when it all fell through!
You brought worry, taught me to laugh at it
Now I’m confessing that my whole approach is new after a year like you

So we’ll share a toast from the loving cup
Here’s to you, grown old, and to me, grown up
There’s nothing left up your sleeve, but I’m sorry to see you leave!

You’ll retire into a memory
You’ve earned a good rest
It’s been great
And though I’ll pretend to be part of this midnight show
Just between old you and me and that kid with his year to grow
I’m sorry, really sorry to see you go!

Getting ready for tomorrow night! Looking forward to honouring 2010 and welcoming 2011.

The most festive place this side of the Bosporus.

The tree stays up until Epiphany, no exceptions.

Luna and Rama love my new fluffy socks.

Here’s wishing that all of you out there celebrating Christmas are having a good one.

It appears Santa has already dropped a few things off. It works like that sometimes.

A six-metre tree is pretty awesome no matter how you look at it.

After last week’s wind and hail storms, most of the oranges have been knocked down from the trees. This is good because I no longer have to struggle to reach them, but of course now we have to use up oranges a lot more quickly than we normally would. Good thing it’s the season for mulled wine.