Its December 30th
The day before new years.
It is where we do the thing
Of forgetting all our fears.
In Spain we do the weird thing
Of eating twelve grapes
It is said to give them good luck
For the whole year straight
But who cares about the tradition
It is actually about the joy
Of getting to have a great new start.
That's why its called New Years
The day before new years.
It is where we do the thing
Of forgetting all our fears.
In Spain we do the weird thing
Of eating twelve grapes
It is said to give them good luck
For the whole year straight
But who cares about the tradition
It is actually about the joy
Of getting to have a great new start.
That's why its called New Years
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Author:
H.H.M.S.Herath (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Special occasion
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