More and more often I see people publishing posts about their giddy anticipation for when “it” happens. Even if “it” happens in the middle of the night, people want to be roused IMMEDIATELY so that the festivities can begin immediately! I even came across this poem which drives the point home:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my Soul to keep;
If He should die before I wake,
Please shoot off fireworks, sound your horns, blare sirens, peal bells, bang pots and pans, clang trashcan lids, set off car alarms, blast car stereos, blow whistles, hoot and holler, screech and scream, sing and shriek, squeal and squall, holler from the rooftops, dance in the streets, twist and shout, yawp, yelp, wail and a mighty ruckus make!
I know of people who have already stocked up on champagne. Others have created playlists to dance to and/or they have picked out festive wear for the day.
Now is the time to stock up on what you think you might need – especially in the way of party hats, noise makers and streamers.
All of the anticipation and planning has called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem “I know that he exists,” which ends with this stanza:
Wallow in fun
No matter expense!
Wallow in jest
We’ll dance till dawn!
The complete poem is posted below on the left. Dickinson’s poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same opening line, below on the right. Perhaps Dickinson’s poem will inspire you, too, to write a poem -- or plan a party?
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my Soul to keep;
If He should die before I wake,
Please shoot off fireworks, sound your horns, blare sirens, peal bells, bang pots and pans, clang trashcan lids, set off car alarms, blast car stereos, blow whistles, hoot and holler, screech and scream, sing and shriek, squeal and squall, holler from the rooftops, dance in the streets, twist and shout, yawp, yelp, wail and a mighty ruckus make!
I know of people who have already stocked up on champagne. Others have created playlists to dance to and/or they have picked out festive wear for the day.
Now is the time to stock up on what you think you might need – especially in the way of party hats, noise makers and streamers.
All of the anticipation and planning has called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem “I know that he exists,” which ends with this stanza:
Wallow in fun
No matter expense!
Wallow in jest
We’ll dance till dawn!
The complete poem is posted below on the left. Dickinson’s poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same opening line, below on the right. Perhaps Dickinson’s poem will inspire you, too, to write a poem -- or plan a party?
| By Emmett Lee Dickinson: I know that he exists Somewhere, unbalanced. He can’t hide his vile life From his gross swamp. ’Tis a nasty roach, ’Tis a loathsome blob Just to make hate For his own vile mob! We wait the day Hoping in earnest Sound the glee long For death’s stiff stare, Wallow in fun No matter expense! Wallow in jest We’ll dance till dawn! | By Emily Dickinson: I know that he exists Somewhere, in silence. He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. 'Tis an instant's play, 'Tis a fond ambush, Just to make bliss Earn her own surprise! But should the play Prove piercing earnest, Should the glee glaze In death's stiff stare, Would not the fun Look too expensive? Would not the jest Have crawled too far? |
NOTE: More on Hellwatch 2026 Party Planning can be found HERE -- along with additional party invitation samples.
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