The Allfather takes me in his strong arms and guides me effortlessly across the dance floor under the shimmering night sky. I sigh and lay my head on his shoulder as the magic of the season carries us into the new year.

Before the Winter Ball ends, I raise my glass to all in a New Year blessing:

"Slainte mhor agus a h-uile beannachd duibh!
Good health and every good blessing to you!