The screams came from upstairs. It was just after midnight on New Year's day. I was watching a Russian holiday program with my wife, enjoying a glass of champagne. Now this. At least the bottle was still more than half full.
"PAPA, THE PLAYGROUND IS ON FIRE!"
I investigated. It turns out our neighbors had started a bonfire to celebrate New Year's. We joined them. One of them offered me a drink. Then the fireworks started.
It was a lot of fun. What a good way to end one year, and start another.