Sometime after midnight on New Year’s Eve, Bell Snake slithers in, sight unseen. Gold bells ring a familiar chime as his gold watch keeps him moving in perfect time. Stockings still hung are refilled with fruit, coins, or something stranger still, the kind of gift that won’t make sense until later in the year. What Bell Snake leaves behind is rarely random, never explained. By the time you feel the shift, the year is already underway.