Dancing was our great joy at New Year. On New Year's eve we would swing around the floor to a big band --doing the foxtrot and the cha-cha and waltz. My wife and I did this for thirty years in the company of great friends and a snappy few drinks. There would be sing-songs and foot tapping and too much champers. We were applauded for our ballroom antics in whichever country we were living at the time. Those great social events were so special and we shall never forget them. Old age catches up though and my ankle doesn't stand up to a waltz anymore. For the past five years or so we've celebrated quietly and the stroke of midnight brings less enchantment.
However, as we move towards forty years of married bliss I get the feeling that a party may come on in the near future and we shall hit the dance floor again. Don't despair for us--we've done New Years eve to the very hilt (have you danced the night away for thirty years with your loved one?)---and the fat lady hasn't sung yet!
Enjoy the New Year Joeusers.