Here's to the night we felt alive

 I know we've outgrown the annual get-togethers;
The party hats and the silly props,
The colorful drinks in colorful cups,
The anxiety of counting down,
With thousands of balloons and butterflies inside,
And trains of laughter as our serenade;
I know we've outgrown all that

Yet always, at this time of the year,
As the trumpets are blaring with joy
And the fireworks illuminate the night sky,

It's you, you, and you who should be around,
With your shades, your halo,
your hat and your crown

Always, at this time of the year I ask,
Have we outgrown the festivity?