Cheers From The Chair

     Well, let me tell you about that New Year’s Eve in the living room. You know how it goes. It starts out with high hopes and a few snacks that are probably older than I am. The TV’s blaring some countdown special, and the lights are dimmed just enough to make you feel cozy but not so dim that you can’t see the pile of dirty dishes in the corner.

     I settle into my favorite recliner, the one that’s seen better days but feels like an old friend. The family is gathered around, chatting and laughing. I can’t help but think, “This is where the real party is. Forget Times Square. I’ve got my own little slice of heaven right here.” It is complete with a bowl of chips and a drink that’s more soda than anything resembling adult beverages.

     But let’s be honest, by the time the clock strikes nine, I’m already fighting the urge to close my eyes for just a second. You see, New Year’s Eve is like a marathon, and I’m more of a sprinter. I keep telling myself that if I can just make it to eleven, I’ll be doing good. But then the snacks started calling my name. Before I know it, I’m in a food coma. I’m half listening to the countdown while dreaming about a whole new year of questionable decisions.

      As the clock ticks closer to midnight, I catch sight of the kids. Their eyes wide with excitement. They’re bouncing off the walls, ready to scream and shout when the moment arrives. And here I am, just hoping I don’t snore too loudly and ruin the big moment. They’ll remember the confetti and the cheers, and I’ll remember the warm embrace of my chair and the sweet siren song of sleep.

      When the countdown finally begins, I muster up all the energy I can. Ten, nine, eight… I might just make it! But then, just like that, the world fades a little. Maybe I’ll wake up to the sound of fireworks. Maybe I won’t. Either way, I’ll have my own kind of celebration. One filled with comfort, love, and a little bit of that good ol’ Southern charm. 

     So, here’s to the living room, the place where the heart of New Year’s Eve really beats. And if I don’t make it to midnight, well, that’s just fine by me. After all, there’s always next year.


Comments

  1. MEBDecember 31, 2024 at 6:07 AM

    i AM NOT A FAN OF NEW YEARS EVE. FIREWORKS SCARE THE CATS.

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  2. Leland ShippDecember 31, 2024 at 7:10 AM

    Hey there! I totally get that—fireworks can be a real scare-fest for our furry friends. Maybe try a cozy night in with the cats, some treats, and a good movie instead? After all, every day can be a celebration!

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