...as I recall it ended far too soon....
New Year's Eve being second only to my birthday in terms of kissing opportunities, I kind of wish I had spent mine with more people. In fact, I was tickled and kissed by several husbands that were not mine, (plus one that was) and do not feel deprived, exactly, nor precisely shortchanged but perhaps as though I failed to maximize potential.
And yet, someone I missed kissing on New Year's Eve stepped close to me last evening, whispered, "Oh, and.....Happy New Year," and kissed me first.
Oh, ah; just like that, the New Year turns around.
As I blushed, I considered how many people I haven't seen since the year changed, and the possibility that each one of them now owes me a New Year's kiss.
You know who you are.
(December 1963 (Oh What A Night); Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons)