‘New – Year’s – Eve‘, sung to the same rhythm as ‘Five – Gold – Rings’ [though today is of course actually Seven swans a-swimming].
To mind comes the Brian O’Nolan work [writing under the pseudonym Flann O’Brien] At Swim Two Birds [the other five presumably having swanned off today] one of the most sophisticated examples of metafiction ever written? I love the simple graphic design of the 1939 first edition cover.
The Greek phrase found in the front-matter of the novel ἐξίσταται γὰρ πάντ’ ἀπ’ ἀλλήλων δίχα [Trans. “for all things change, making way for each other”] seems a fitting way to end the year’s blogging.
The rest of the verses to The Twelve Days of Xmas are suddenly non-birdy:
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking,
so will be dropped until twelfth night. Tomorrow the necessary list of New Year’s Resolutions for 2013 …