We shoot up into the night sky and burst into colourful sparkles with a loud bang. What are we?

I have a face and two hands. I hang on the wall or stand in a tall tower, and everyone watches me as midnight gets closer. What am I?

I have a page for every month. On January 1 you need a brand new one of me. What am I?

I am made of tiny pieces of coloured paper, and people throw me in the air to celebrate. What am I?

I am pointy, and people wear me on their heads at parties. What am I?

We are stretchy and filled with air. If you poke us with a pin, we go pop! What are we?

I am a thin metal stick. When I am lit, I fizz and throw out tiny sparks. What am I?

I am twelve o'clock at night, the moment one day ends and the next one begins. What am I?

I am a promise you make to yourself at the start of the year, like "I will read more books". What am I?

In Spain, people eat twelve of us, one at each stroke of midnight. What are we?

I am the first month of the year. What am I?

Ten, nine, eight, seven... I end with everyone shouting "Happy New Year!" What am I?

I have two glass bulbs, and my sand takes one hour to trickle from the top to the bottom. What am I?

Pull my string and I go POP and shoot out curly streamers! What am I?

We are long, curly ribbons of paper that hang from the ceiling at parties. What are we?

I am a shiny, sparkly ball that spins above the dance floor at a disco. What am I?

Bang me with sticks to make a loud boom. Bands play me in parades. What am I?

I am shiny and gold. Blow into me and press my buttons to play a tune. What am I?

I am a book with a page for every day of the year, and people write their secrets in me and lock me with a tiny key. What am I?

I am something you work hard to reach, like learning to swim or reading ten books. What am I?