The new year is upon us. Every year we celebrate the ending of one year and the beginning of a new year. I have always had a hard time finding storytime ideas for plain old New Years. Seems like there is always a lot of stuff for the Chinese New Year, for kids, but not a lot for the average every year new year. I did find some books that are fun to read though:
P. Bear’s New Year’s Party: A Counting Book
A Happy New Year’s Day
Happy New Year, Corduroy
The Night Before New Year’s (Reading Railroad)
I also found this poem written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, who wrote many wonderful poems during her lifetime.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
Every year we hear or we sing the song Old Long Syne or as more familiarly Auld Lang Zine. Have you ever wondered what that phrase means? Well it comes from the Scottish language and means basically “for old time’s sake” or “for old times” Here is a common version of the song’s lyrics:
Old Long Syne, by James Watson (sometimes written Auld Lang Sine)
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.
Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne