Growing up, New Year’s Eve was probably my second favorite holiday, right behind Christmas. If you count the day we set by our clocks each fall, New Year’s Eve is right behind it.

Each year on New Year’s Eve, we’d gather at my great-aunt’s home, and my siblings and I retreated to the basement with our cousins for a long night of Yahtzee and Spoons. For those five hours of celebration, we only trekked upstairs to refill our plates with fancy Christmas cookies, shrimp cocktail and party mix.

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