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Happy New Year’s Slumbering Eve

If it’s midnight on New Year’s Eve, most likely I’m in bed.

From ages 19 to 39, I hosted an annual New Year’s Eve party. Over time, it transported from the original location (my family home on Long Island) to my temporary marital residence (an apartment in Queens) to my first house (also Queens).

The last party was the most difficult. My 11-month-old son, despite being given an…