Always celebrated NYE big time in one way or another. After DH died 4 years ago, went on a NY coach holiday the first year = very successful, everybody mingled; 2nd year, another holiday, same coach company, disaster - I was the only singleton in the party; 3rd year, best friend came to stay, needing lots of looking after; last year, home alone - delicious meal, a couple of glasses of Something Nice and a peaceful evening with only myself to please, punctuated cheerfully with texts and calls. Bliss. Why has it taken me 77 years to learn to put myself first, sometimes? Happy Christmas, ladies