On a mailing list I frequent, someone commented on how wrinklies celebrate the New Year, and said she had gone to bed at 11:45 pm. I went to bed a bit earlier than that, but thinking about it, it all seems rather trivial. After celebrating a new century and a new millennium twice a couple of years ago, who could find anything interesting in celebrating a mere new year? For anyone born before about 1995 it would have to be a bit of an anti-climax. Anyone born after that would probably be too young to remember it, and might get a kick out of celebrating new year when they get a bit older.
Some of us wrinklies may, for a few years, remember Ariel Sharon as the Grinch who stole the 2000th Christmas (and the one after that, and the one after that), but after a few more years even the tour operators will cease to care. By then the tourists won't be interested in looking at a smoking crater, wearing a radiation suit, to see the place where the Prince of Peace was born.
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