As we sat around with Friends on New Year's Eve, we tried to invent a new global tradition. After all, we have a Santa who leaves presents, a tooth fairy that exchanges worn out molars for money and an Easter Bunny that dispenses chocolate for no discernable reason - why not a Resolution Goblin that sneaks into your room on New Year's Eve and leaves suggestions for how you can improve yourself in the coming year?
We all started writing things on slips and sneaking off to, ahem, give them to the Goblin, who duly settled them under the relevant pillows. Of course, no-one could wait til the morning, so we had a great time reading out the suggestions and guessing who they came from.
So if all goes according to plan, this time next year I'll be two-stone lighter, more generous to my children, actually finish some of the writing projects I start or dream about, be fantastically wealthy and have cleaned out both the shed and the under-stairs cupboard.
Of course, this will be all achievable when my three daughters magically transform into homework doing, tidy, respectful, vivacious and delightful human beings, who never, ever, ever throw temper tantrums. My lovely lady wife, is, of course, already perfect, so that rustling sound is the Goblin sweetly sliding past her without disturbing her downy headrest.
Check back next January for an update on this miracle transformation...
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