Little baby New Year arrived today. All beautiful and new, in such sweet tender ways. By the end of the year Father Time is withered and old. He needs lots of rest for those weary old bones. We wish love and happiness for our family and friends. All year long only the sweetest of blessings we shall send. It's what's in between that certainly matters the most. Let's start this most special of days by simply sharing a loving toast! Happy New Year! Written by:  S. Matheson New Years 2003

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