Ah, here we are again. The end of another year. I’m not one for resolutions, but I do like to set goals. This year one of those goals will be to say a few more thankful prayers for each day I am blessed with—good or bad.
That’s not what I wanted to ramble about. It’s the traditions around the world I find interesting.
In Seattle, crowds gather at the bottom of the Space Needle and wait for a big fireworks show at midnight. We used to let our kids stay up, bang spoons against pans in the front yard along with the other neighborhood kids. By 12:10 am, we all had our teeth brushed and were in bed.
When we moved to Georgia, known as the Peach State, much to our amusement, we found the city of Atlanta has a huge peach that drops like the big ball in New York. It still makes me giggle when they talk about the Peach Drop on the news.
This year we heard something to top the big peach.
In a town called Tallapoosa (one of my favorite words) Georgia, at midnight they have a possum drop. Yes, a possum. Now, all you animal activists, don’t get your feathers ruffled. The possum is taxidermied, or stuffed. He even has a name, it’s Spencer. I’ve had big laughs over this small town tradition–it is just plain funny to me.
Tallapoosa. Doesn’t it roll off the tongue nicely? It’s right up there with Chattahoochee and Okefenokee. Sorry…straying a bit here.
These days, with the kids all going different directions, we mostly have our cheese and crackers and bet if we can make it until midnight. On the television we go between watching the live feed from New York, or we watch the big peach drop in Atlanta. Either way, if we make it until midnight we pat ourselves on the back, have a quick smooch to bring in the new year, brush our teeth and are in bed by 12:10 am.
What kind of celebrations do you and your family have? Does your town/village/city have any peculiar celebration? If so, I’d love to hear them.