The Year 

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.

It’s amazing what a holiday break can do for the spirit and body and soul.  I’m hoping that these past eleven days–over Christmas and Kwanzaa and New Year’s–helped to re-charge your battery, provided a much needed break from routine and created some time and space to stretch out, to think or just relax with family and friends and with yourself.

As  I’m counting on all of you to have come back to ABRAMS with a renewed sense of energy and purpose so that we can continue to build, renew and re-invent our business of publishing every day, I will be brief and just say: WELCOME BACK and HAPPY NEW NEW YEAR!

Here’s to health, prosperity and happiness for you and those you love in 2013.  And to the hard work and care that makes every day worthwhile.

See you around the hallways.

Michael Jacobs is President and CEO of ABRAMS