For Old Times Sake

One of the fondest memories I have of Nana was when most of my cousins were teens, and I was just a tween, they would go to new years parties in Athens when we were there for the holidays. I was too young to go to these parties. So, I'd stay home with Nana and watch Lawrence Welk and his bubbles ring in the new year. Nana never drank Champagne - she celebrated with Boones Farm Strawberry Hill! And she would always let me have some with her - it was our little celebration together. This wasn't about drinking underage, or getting drunk. It was about celebrating each other, old times together and how blessed we were to have had them!
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne? We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine; But we've wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne. We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine†; But seas between us broad have roared since 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, for auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, 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, for auld lang syne.

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