By LINDA WESTERFELD

All alone, all alone
With just my television, paper hat, and ginger ale.
Mom and Dad have gone to bed early
And Rita and Steve are making confetti for our midnight celebration.
As I sit here watching Johnny Carson and the women guests in their stunning gowns,
I'm sad for all the New Year's that weren't and those that must be.
Somewhere there is a gown, real confetti, and a glass of champagne waiting for me.