This is it. The last of 2015. And so it goes. Time. Going, going, gone. As of December 31st. At midnight. Stick a fork in it. It's done. Ring out the old. Ring in the new. Horns blow. Confetti rains down. Balloons float in the air. Bells ring. Corks pop. Champagne flows. Kisses and hugs. Laugh and smile. Usher out the old. Welcome the new. The past is past. Saying adios. A new year is born. Wishing one well. May it be happy. And healthy. And prosperous. Break out in song. A song of time. A time ...