Christmas is over. Whew! Presents have been given, cards sent, overeating done. On the table on the terraza, under the umbrella, sits my lovely new journal with the animal print cover Max gave me for Christmas. I’m writing New Year’s resolutions. Of course, they’ll be broken. Most have appeared countless times over the years in my various journals.
Max is coming out of the kitchen with two full frosty margarita glasses on a silver tray. He is wearing shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, the Italian sandals I gave him for Christmas. And a Santa hat.
“Christmas is over, dear,” I say. “Why the hat?”
“It’s cheerier than sporting those symbols of the passing year that Father Time wears: a long gown, trailing white beard and hour glass. Or the diaper and top hat of the New Year’s baby.”
I nodded. “Besides, you look adorable in red.”
He handed me a margarita. “Only a few days left of the old year. What shall we toast to?”
“To love and peace, of course. And to the health and prosperity of everyone!” I raised my glass and took a sip. “Happy New Year!”
Dear Readers – I’ll be back with more stories in 2018. Have a great New Year’s celebration! Cheers!