The 31st of December begins quietly. As the day moves forwards it changes like your favorite radio station whose volume keeps increasing as the variety and quality of the songs gets better and talk gets more inflammatory. As night falls there are effigies being burned, in front of a hotel, by the flower market, on your corner. There are satires performed, bands play, and revelers dance in the street. As dark comes, city folk in masks and costumes parade the streets in gangs looking like escapees from a Michael Jackson Thriller video. New Year crawls in and the Old Year creeps out. This year has not been bad so I don’t have joy in seeing it burned up. The old year goes with a whimper and the New Year lies before us like a baby in a manger.  
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