We have kind of an odd tradition. We spend the week of Christmas and the week of New Year's at our place in Tennessee. The town here has one of those ball drop things and subsequent fireworks and the whole town is full of people. We avoid it, get some food we like to eat but wouldn't normally buy because it's bad for us, watch the ball drop and fireworks from our balcony 2000 ft above the town. At the stoke of midnight I bring out the conch horn and blow a few good honks and us and the people across the valley who we have never met and only hear from on New Year's exchange pleasantries and good tidings across the valley for a few minutes.