It's not a Happy New Year unless you:
eat delicious tricolor pasta with a hybrid mix of Radiology-department tomato sauce and homemade Bolognese sauce, served with concentrated artisanal Holunder syrup.
walk for half an hour along a remote town’s snow-covered single main road toward its single bakery, whose single Laugenbrötchen and croissants you then perforate into its single food store's stone-hard frozen butter block on the way back, all the while watching cars slide meters away... and not one single accident.
become a car snow-slider yourself (as a trusting Beifahrer).
see two wild foxes cross the road in the middle of the night (why did they cross the road? For sure not following a chicken in this weather).
make refined Snowman 2.0 (this one ready for Hogwarts 2026, as he should be).
get trolled by Bugonia's sci-fi/comedy plot twist after an hour of pretending to be drama.
take revenge on the remains of Bugonia's popcorn on top of the snowy hill...
...then centrifuge them rolling downhill.
fall on your butt on the above-mentioned snow ten times in less than 24 hours.
laugh the above-mentioned butt off ten times in less than 24 hours.