I know that this night is New Year’s Eve, and I know that some people like to make a big deal. I used to like how Bill went outside at midnight and yelled at the sky. “Happy New Year!” he’d shout. “May all good things come to us this year!”
All good things have already come to me. I raise my eyes to the sky, and I send a silent thank-you to my mahout. I do believe that Bill had something to do with this reunion, even though we can no longer see him.
Bill the Giant still works his magic.