On the Gaelic West Coast of Scotland, "First Footing" was the thing.
The first "man" over the threshold(nae PC in these days) had to be dark headed and handsome and as long as he carried a bottle o' the cratur he was welcome.
New year celebrations and visiting lasted for at least a week and involved plenty of strong drink, old songs and old friends. I remember my wee granny who worked her fingers to the bone looking after her eight children....washing, cooking cleaning all year, but after one dram at New Year she sang to all the neighbours like a nightingale.
All gone now unfortunately as the young ones sip their Prosseco? watch idiot celebrities on TV and listen to dire music from artists like "Rag and bone man".......God help us!