Isn't New Year's Eve the best?
Resolutions. Parties. Glitter. Really rough first day of the new year afterward.
In Spain at midnight they eat twelve grapes (or so Martha Stewart tells me). One for each moth of the year. If your first grape is sour, you are going to have a sour January. If it's sweet... well, you get the picture.
Mine were all Martinelli's soaked, but I've got to tell you, if the grapes have their way, it's going to be a good year.
Happy New Year!