Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind?
and old lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
and surely I’ll buy mine!
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,and surely I’ll buy mine!
for auld lang syne.
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
for auld lang syne.
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,and picked the daisies fine;
since auld lang syne.
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
for auld lang syne.
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
for auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give me a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,And give me a hand o’ thine!
for auld lang syne.
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
for auld lang syne.
Dearest Friends,
Yet another year has drawn to a close, thereby opening the curtains to reveal anticipated adventures and newfound friends.
It is liberating to know that we are authors our life stories, composing our dreams into nonfiction. Never should we regret previous chapters for those events paved our way to this page in our book. Toss tomorrow's cares to the wayside as we savour this very moment. Our lives will be daisy chains of blissful 'nows' that lead to faerytale endings.
Inspired by a greater good that guides us, we meander through our days. As we follow our paths, some with dawdle along the way to sniff the blooms while others will exert an exhilarating dash, wind in their hair and wings on their shoes. Whether we saunter or sprint, each journey is uniquely our own.
Where will we meander in the next dozen months? Cross roads and side paths will be clearly marked when our map navigates us with compassion as our compass. Because hopeless romantics follow their hearts, we are seldom lost.
I raise a toast to each of you in an Enchanted Revelries circle. May 2018 find you safe and contentedly sound with only good things in store for you and those held dear.
Happy New Year!
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