Twelve, thirteen, whatever

I must have missed the deadline

Monday's gone and the whole year too,
now it's Tuesday, oh, what to do?
Celebrate the New Year? That's not my thing;
the year will bring, what it will bring.

I don't celebrate on New Years Eve,
there's no reason the old one to grieve.
Besides I was sleeping, all snug in my bed,
dreaming of going downhill on my sled.

So?  It's the New Year? That's no big deal.
No reason for us, passing the old one to seal;
the last one was okay, no sadness here.
Oh, while I have time.  Happy New Year!

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