When I was little, Father Christmas clearly was lied to thought I was a well behaved child because each year he left me presents. In my bedroom he would leave a pillowcase stuffed with gifts and then downstairs he would leave the "big" present. Every year it was the same - it was always the one thing I really, truly hoped for and hadn't found in the sack he left at the foot of my bed.
I love New Year's Resolutions. I look forward to the end of the year when I can refocus and try and improve myself in the year ahead. And unlike the lose weight/stop spending/find time for me resolutions which I promise myself will happen every year in some tenuous manner, I do also think of ways I can genuinely change my life for the better.