Now, of course, I realize my ideas wouldn’t work for the following reasons:
1. They don’t take into account the Southern Hemisphere. Our winter solstice is their summer solstice. We can’t very well have the two halves of the earth in different years, can we? It’s weird enough the way it is now, with all those Australian bathtub drains that swirl the wrong way, and all those different stars in the Brazilian sky.
2. We can’t start the year with spring in this state because this is Indiana, and we’re usually good for a blizzard or two well after the equinox. The whole idea with spring was to get New Year’s away from that kind of weather.
Besides, our January New Year isn’t the only one on the calendar, not by a long shot. You’ve got the Chinese New Year, Jewish New Year, Islamic New Year — plus Thai, Bengali, Bahai, Punjabi and a host more. How many more? Let’s put it this way: You couldn’t drink that many celebratory glasses of ginger ale.
These new years are scattered all over the calendar but, in each case, they represent something that I love about a new year (even if I don’t celebrate by staying up late and tooting a party horn).
Through them all runs a common thread of reflection and renewal. At each, we’re invited to look back at what has been, and forward to the future. We can take stock and take hope. And no matter when it happens, that is a good step, I think, toward making any New Year a happy one.
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