Well, 2017 is almost in the books — another year down, and another one ahead.
When I was a kid, Christmas and New Year’s both seemed like such a big deal. I remember going to my grandma’s every Christmas Eve. Opening presents at home the next day. On New Year’s Eve, I’d play hockey with my buddies on the old outdoor rink. We had a key to the warming house and the lights, and it felt like we were celebrating in the greatest way possible, at least for 12-year-olds.
It doesn’t mean so much now because I don’t see any one day
