I've never found a change of date anything to get excited about. In fact in my wild gallivanting days I used to hate New Year. You could barely get in your local pub and when you did it took at least twenty minutes to get a drink, by the time you'd got back to where you were standing most of it had been spilt, and then when you decided to bugger off to one of your regular clubs they were charging a week's wages to get in - if you could get in at all that is, not having remembered to buy an advanced ticket back in October.
Happy bloody New Year anyway.