Ho ho ho!

I know it’s Christmas soon and you’ve probably got lots of Baileys to be drinking, but I’ve got to tell you about this crazy little guy who showed up at my door last night.

He was short, about 4 feet tall.

He was wearing weird shoes that had curly bits at the toe.

And, even more weirdly, he had pointy ears.

Turns out this chap wasn’t a crooning carol singer trying to cheerily part me from my hard-earned wonga, but a messenger from Santa.

It seems Santa is looking for some help and this pint-sized pixie had been sent to seek my advice.

Unbelievable right?

Apparently Santa is worn out trying to control his team of unruly elves and hit a huge, unmissable deadline each year. 

He’s getting increasingly frustrated at not having enough time to take his sleigh out for a spin and he’s missed his last three date nights with Mrs Claus.

Plus, this little guy explained, the pressure of putting a smile on the face of every kid on the planet was starting to become too much to bear for poor old Santa.

It was a tale of Christmas woe if ever I heard one.

Want to know what I told this little guy to tell Santa?

I mentioned that coaching could help.

And, as luck would have it, I currently have one coaching spot available in the New Year.

So we'll see what comes of that.

In case you’d like to beat Santa to the punch, more info here:

https://waitinglist.followingfulfilment.com

 - Tom