The cold chill of fluffy winter snow had crept up into Maine. This weather caused others to show fear of the messy roads, the cold air in itself, and the horrible germs that seemed to be spreading. This awful freeze had set the mood for most people. The sight of their faces let me know that they were tired, dreary, and wanted to snuggle up with a blanket and a cup of hot cocoa.

One could see this in my family. But it was not a strong enough mood to ruin New Year’s Eve. For my family, New Year’s Eve is, and always will be a special holiday. It meant staying up late for the young ones, playing everlasting games of joy, and having that nice warm feeling that relatives get when they are saturated in the love of family.

Every year we would head over to my aunt and uncle’s home, have a gourmet meal, and sit around the dining table and chat. The anticipation was huge, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. This year the ball dropping wasn’t the only reason the young children were hyper. My Aunt Sally, who lives in California, had sent out gifts in a enormous parcel. The only thing was that it didn’t arrive in time for Christmas. But on New Year’s Eve day, it got delivered to my Nana’s house! She brought it over to my aunt’s so we cold have little extra remembrance to this new year.

After the gifts were opened and the family members’ tummies were full, it was time to gather around and watch the ball drop. As the family stared deeply into the News Broadcaster’s eyes, they started to reflect on the past New Year’s Eve. I heard the story of when the ball had actually gotten stuck and everyone had to repeat the countdown. Sharing the memories and importance of the past was really interesting. I love to spend time with my family, especially my grandparents. They share so many intriguing stories of when they were young.

Quality time with one’s family members is priceless. I know it is a cherished memory placed in my mind that will never fade.