The kids at the albergue made a doll almost the size of the biggest kid we have here. He was hung outside the casita awaiting midnight. Joel and I helped make a doll at Lurdes' house, as well. To spice things up, we stuck fireworks throughout the doll. We burned the doll out in the street along with all of the neighbors' who had their own version of the past year. The street was ablaze.
At first, I thought this tradition was a bit odd and, honestly, a little messed up. However gruesome it seemed, the thought behind it grew on me. Most of the things we long to have renewed are in our own lives and character. Resolutions mostly consist of changes within or disciplines needed to change what is outside. The Bible reminds us that in Christ the old junk in our lives is done with and He can make our lives like new. I guess this tradition is a good reminder and a symbolic enactment of this idea... and, it sure made bringing in the new year memorable.
Happy New Year - the old is nothing but ashes!