Unless your lives are vastly different from mine, once you had kids you probably curbed your wild New Year’s Eve celebrations. Nowadays, I celebrate with a yummy dinner with my son, maybe a movie, and a valiant effort to stay awake until midnight.
In many cultures, New Year’s is the biggest celebration of the year. In Burkina Faso, people save up their money to have new clothes made for them. They prepare feasts and dance all night with friends and family. At midnight, there might be sporadic gunfire as people shoot their rifles into the sky. In other parts of Africa there are fireworks.
Fundamentally, I like New Year’s not for the parties or the food or the fireworks but for the reminder that every day is a fresh start.