Obviously it was no one who lives in northern climes, because this time of year no one voluntarily leaves the house unless they're swathed in multiple layers of winter wear.
The site I checked about this recommended packing a lunch and heading for a local park with a kite to celebrate the event. There's just one problem with this suggestion: if anyone did that here, they'd be standing in a foot of snow and their kite would be covered in ice, because it's currently freezing rain out there. Oh, well... just the same, here's the Sherman brothers' infectious kite song from Mary Poppins: