It’s New Year’s Eve
Poem about traditions on the brink of a brand new 365 days.
By Cheryl E PrestonPublished 5 years ago • Updated 14 days ago • 1 min read
Photo by Kateryna Hliznitsova on Unsplash
Happy New Years Eve
Go to church at midnight
Put money in your window sill and pull it out
Make sure a man enters your home first
Cook blackened peas
You’ve done all this for decades
Without seeing any benefit but
It’s tradition so you will do it again
And again and again
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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