We used to walk down to the crossroads on NYE where there would be hundreds of drunk people all singing and being happy, even the local police joined in. There was always a piper or two in full regalia belting out Scottish Choons.
After that we went home just before midnight, my dad would usher us into the house then he would get a piece of coal from the coal hole and go out the back and round to the front door.
My dad was an ex soldier and was tall, dark and handsome so was perfect for the role. (I missed out on the handsome gene, lol)
My mum and dad used to love acting out the first footing for me and my two brothers, then my dad would make toasted bread on the end of a long fork on the open coal fire and my mum would make us hot OXO in a mug.
Life was simpler and nicer back then in the 50s/60s.
I hope you all have Happy New Year.
Now here's a choon with some nice 'pipers in it.
Cheers and stay safe,
hugs from the Bear