True, most of the time.
On December 31, 1974, however, my date for the evening got very drunk and vomited in my car. That was my worst New Year's Eve ever.
False, except for once in my life when I attended midnight mass at a Russian Orthodox church with an immigrant from Russia. The service was entirely in Russian (which she understood, obviously) and the air was filled in incense.
You will be looking forward to Valentines Day as soon as we are in January.