Who ever happies the old year?
Poor old year, all used up, been a bad boy as usual, never recycled, always thrown in the bin with the crumpled Christmas paper.
Well, old year, I forgive you your badnesses, praise you for your goodnesses, feel happy for the passage of time, the loyalty of good old friends and the excitement of good new ones.
You weren't such a bad old stick.
Happy Old Year!
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