Both, actually. What a gift prayer is, and to begin the new year on our knees was a blessing. Watching neighbor's fireworks (and surrounding areas) from our front porch was a pleasure because a few steps indoors our hot teas steeped, waiting to take the edge off the night's chill.
Actually I slept into the New Year. I lit a bayberry candle, which is an old tradition to bring good fortune to the household, said prayers of gratitude, blew out the candle and fell asleep. I left behind a few regrets in 2015 and have new hopes and promises for 2016.
Actually I slept through the stroke of a tick and a tock at midnight this year. I have not any religious or spiritual significance for New Year Day. Frankly, for sixteen years of my now ended career (3 New Year Day’s ago) I always worked from 1PM (31st) to maybe 3AM (1st). I did all the end of year stuff for the main frame computer, creating EOY reports, analyzed some, and I worked alone. Perhaps I did count blessings, but not mine. Maybe I am still orientated with that mindset. I dun’no . . .