Farewell and goodnight to two-thousand-eleven.
We’ll toast your ascent into Calendar Heaven.
Hello and good morning, two-thousand-and-twelve.
We have bottles to empty and books to unshelve.
Goodbye and good riddance, December the last.
The best Christmas present: you’re now in the past.
How joyful to see January the one’th.
Though I figure this year will fly by in a month.

