To me, tonight is Hogmanay. The last day of the year. A time to burn the old Times Past and welcome the New To Come.
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We’ll drink a cup of kindness yet
For the sake of auld lang syne
I have such vivid childhood memories of my Dad and Mum leaving the house on this night. Dad was ALWAYS in demand (even in England) as the First Footer. A piece of coal, a bottle of whisky, a six foot tall, dark haired man. Tradition.
My DNA is 36% Scottish, 29% Scandinavian, 11% English and the rest is Russian, Caucasian, German, Italian.
God’s Honest Truth.
I just married into an Anglo/Welsh family that don’t do this stuff. Sigh.
Lily, my Dad’s Mum, was a Glaswegian but a STRICT Scottish Presbyterian. Alcohol, NO. Dancing. No. Hugging, No. Kissing, No. Weakness, No. Complaining, No. CATHOLIC……WTF?
But her children embraced Hogmanay and ALL the pagan excesses within.
I loved Lily. I was 8 when she died.
Anyway and by the by.
Tonight it’s a hot bath, a snuggle on the sofa with a man and a good film…..and maybe some fireworks :o)