(insert your preferred metaphor here re: new year, hatching, etc. etc.)
Happy 2008. If 2007 was good to you, may 2008 be even better. And if 2007 sucked for you, well, may 2008 be substantially more pleasant.
Edit to add Neil Gaiman’s New Year’s wish, which I quite like despite its saccharineness (saccharinity? — whatever):
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t to forget make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.