It’s a new year
Let’s give a cheer
Send New Year PoemsPour us some wine
And maybe some beer

Get all your friends
Party till the day ends
Then the ball will drop
And the balloons will pop

It will be 2008
Give me a high five
Another year passes
Through life’s glasses
Happy New Year

Happy New Year
If it didn’t bring you joy
just leave it behind
Let’s ring in the new year
with good things in mind

Let every bad memory
that brought heartache and pain
And let’s turn a new leaf
with the smell of new rain

Let’s forget past mistakes
making amends for this year
Sending you these greetings
to bring you hope and cheer
Happy New Year!

I will not throw the cat out the window
Or put a frog in my sister’s bed
I will not tie my brother’s shoelaces together
Nor jump from the roof of Dad’s shed
I shall remember my aunt’s next birthday
And tidy my room once a week
I’ll not moan at Mum’s cooking (Ugh! fish fingers again!)
Nor give her any more of my cheek.
I will not pick my nose if I can help it
I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair,
I will say please and thank you (even when I don’t mean it)
And never spit or shout or even swear.
I shall write each day in my diary
Try my hardest to be helpful at school
I shall help old ladies cross roads (even if they don’t want to)
And when others are rude I’ll stay cool.
I’ll go to bed with the owls and be up with the larks
And close every door behind me
I shall squeeze from the bottom of every toothpaste tube
And stay where trouble can’t find me.
I shall start again, turn over a new leaf,
leave my bad old ways forever
shall I start them this year, or next year
shall I sometime, or …..?
Robert Fisher

Let us try to be good and content,
Kind to each other,
Healthy and gentle and brave,
Obedient to Mother.

For of such were the heroes of old –
Patient in learning,
Seldom rude, seldom cross, never cruel,
From the truth never turning.
A. E. and M. Keary

O Thou whose glory fills the heavens,
Whose bounty clothes the earth,
To Thee a poem of thanks we raise
For blessings from our birth.

For that untiring love Thou dost,
From day to day renew,
O may it on our hearts descend
Like heaven-distilled dew.

For mercy great, unending still,
Which gave up to the grave
Thine only Son, the Sinless One,
Our sinful souls to save.

While entering on another year
Our cares on Thee we cast,
Beseeching aid in days to come
Which cheered us through the past.

That still the freedom may be ours
To kneel down in Thy sight
, And worship Thee at shut of day,
And in the morning light.

That from temptation’s fatal paths
Thou turn our steps away;
And keep us from unholy thoughts
That lead the mind astray.

No more may lust of worldly wealth
Command thoughts that are thine;
Nor may we envy other’s lot,
Or at our own repine.

Than all the riches earth can boast
Or gems beneath the sea,
We know the pious, humble heart,
More precious is to Thee.

How needful, then, to train our thoughts, And fan the heavenly flame
Of faith, in the believing heart,
Triumphing o’er sin and shame

And holding by the Word, thou hast
For grace and guidance given,
Pass trough this world in holy fear,
True candidates for heaven.
Charles Moir

Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought.”
The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
“The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”
The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all your failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife.”

Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.

Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.
Helen Hunt Jackson

Another full-orbed year hath waned to-day,
And set in the irrevocable past,
And headlong whirled long Time’s winged blast
My fluttering rose of youth is borne away:
Ah rose once crimson with the blood of May,
A honeyed haunt where bees would break their fast,
I watch thy scattering petals flee aghast,
And all the flickering rose-lights turning grey.

Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain
Regrets and futile longings! were the years
Not cups o’erbrimming still with gall and tears?
Let go thy puny personal joy and pain!
If youth with all its brief hope disappears,
To deathless hope we must be born again.
Mathilde Blind

Ingredients
250 ml: Yoghurt
3 tbsp: Flour
1 tsp: Roasted Fennel Seeds
3-4 tbsp: Ghee / oil for frying

For Sugar Syrup
200 gm sugar
200 ml water
Rind of 1 sweet lime

Method

1. Mix yoghurt, flour and fennel seeds.
2. Stir until a smooth batter is formed.
3. Heat ghee / oil in a pan and make dumplings by frying a spoonful of the batter at a time over a gentle flame.
4. Remove from the pan and drain.
5. Prepare the syrup with sugar, water and rind. Dip the malpuas into the syrup.
6. Garnish with sweet lime segments and cream. Decorate with silver leaf.
7. Serve hot / cold.

Ingredients
6 tbsp: Cocoa
2 no: Eggs
50 gm: Chopped walnuts
150 gm: Flour
100 ml: Milk
200 gm: Sugar
100 gm: Butter

Method

1. Melt the butter, sugar, cocoa and milk together.
2. Add remaining ingredients.
3. Stir to mix.
4. Bake in a square baking tin at 180 degree C for 25 minutes.
5. Cool and cut into squares.

Ingredients
250 gm: Carrots-preferably the dark variety (called kaali gajar)
3 tbsp: Powdered mustard seeds
6 cups: Water
2 tbsp: Salt

Method

1. Peel the carrots, and cut them into approx. 7 cm / 3″ pieces, not too thin (about finger size).
2. Boil the water and add the carrots to it. When the water comes to a boil again, shut off the heat and leave to cool.
3. Add the salt and the mustard powder, and transfer into a jar with a lid, and keep this in the sun, to mature.
4. In sunny weather, it takes 3-4 days, for the taste of the mustard to become strong.
5. Do not keep the jar in the sun, after it is ready.