If one treats New Year's Eve as if it were simply any other day, and treats New Year's Day as the Feast of the Holy Name, enjoying one's normal routines, including going to bed early, it makes for a much more pleasant experience.
Besides, as much fun as it used to be to watch Johnny Carson or Dick Clark on New Year's Eve, those days are long, long gone and painfully awkward men on CNN with nothing to talk about, along with the auto-tuned acts of the various "rocking" Eve celebration, cannot approximate anything special or entertaining.
Please don't get me started on the bowel-shriveling "year in review" features, either. Yes, media and Hollywood, we know you didn't vote for Trump and that you hate him with a form of hate that could only be possible in the post-Christian age, but I think you've explored that topic enough.
Those of us who cared neither for Trump nor Clinton are beginning to find this obsession of yours, along with the bizarre and violent fantasies of what should happen to Trump and his children, to be disturbingly revelatory of what goes on in your collective heart of hearts. Goodness, that's an ugly locale.
Perhaps the way to make the world a more pleasant and balanced place would be to recognize how morally corrosive is our facile social media disease. Maybe having the world interpreted for us with those so empty and malevolent is not the wisest way in which to walk a Godly path.
As for me, I'm going to deliver
clean, new socks to the homeless today. It's not much, I know, but it will suffice.
Party on, fancy TV people.