Chime, ring, jingle, clang, ding ,**** and so goes the symphony of bells ringing in my head. The echo of each glass of cheer as I toasted to so  many things last night. The symphony of hang over bells does ring. If I hear not but silence, for a full week of the new year, to me that will be a tiding of good cheer. So in a dark room I will lie quietly, if it is humanly possible to do and I will listen to the symphony of bells ringing in my head, chime, ring, jingle, clang, ding, **** oh my aching head.