A time for us to look ahead,
And stay up late, not go to bed,
Indulge in naughty treats before
It’s midnight and we vow, ‘No more.’
We eat and drink and dance and sing,
The family party in full swing,
But soon begins the counting fun -
We start at ten, countdown to one.
And hush! The clock strikes twelve at last:
It’s time to cheer, forget the past.
A fresh new start, the slate wiped clean -
And make this one the best we’ve seen!
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.