"Må dina lyckodrömmar bliva sanna"

Önska gärna varandra ett gott nytt år — men låt

den stackars björken få ha sin näver i fred!

The Year

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.

                     Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(Och minns att om du inte, mot förmodan,  har ett gammalt 2018 i dina gömmor, så kan du inte önska ett gott nytt 2018!)