“Where were you last night when 2012 turned into 2013? Is that where you’d wanted to be?” First Night is what we call it here in Vancouver. In my life, it’s a family event. We all gather around anxiously preparing for that countdown. Children are excited and they are the first one to blow the whistle. Hush, it’s not midnight yet, but they can’t wait to be the noise maker. The dining table is filled with food. More food, same as Christmas. Ugh. I can’t bear to see the same food. My body is already screaming for simple food that I am so used to. Baked, boiled or broiled. The arteries are now starting to clog up. Cardiac delight is what I call this traditional Filipino food. We died eating happily. Is it New Year’s yet, kids are screaming. In a minute, we’re almost there. How many times have we said this “in a minute” to the kids? They have no concept of time. We have said this all night long. COUNTDOWN: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. Happy New Year! Hugs and Kisses. Open the windows and let the Spirit of New Year in. Pots and Pans are all out of the cupboard. Banging on them is our noise makers. We were shouting out on the top of our lungs for the neighbourhood to hear. Play the music; will somebody please play the music? All of these happened in my younger days. At the stroke of midnight, I was at home happily ensconced in the couch watching the celebration on TV with my cats Lucy and Maurice. My own little family, not with the crazy clan that I love dearly. Of course, I played the Feliz Navidad, cha cha cha; all by myself, sending out prayers and blessings to the world, just like any other night. Then, lights out, nanight. Thank you Lord for another day.