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LAST year, Christmas for the twins was a confusing mix of presents, wrapping paper and a failure to understand why grown ups were wearing paper hats.

This year, it’s an amazing adventure of wonder. We managed to spend almost three hours in a supermarket looking at lights and plastic ornaments last weekend.

The leading role in this drama is, of course, played by Father Christmas. For this reason, Corn Flakes is now their favourite cereal, simply because the box has a massive picture of his face on it. Presumably to sell more to children.

This is despite Kellogg’s depiction of him reminding me of a Santa with a drink problem, who’s fallen on darker, harder times.

Despite the adulation, a few concerns are emerging regarding the big man and the logistics of the festive period.

Firstly, before the rules changed, Thomas was concerned if we stayed at his grandparents on Christmas Eve, how would Santa know where to drop the presents off? Naturally, the explanation is that in the manner of Amazon, you can send gifts to other addresses from your account. The distribution depot will know this and let Santa know when he loads his sleigh.

Secondly, there’s a difference of opinion over Santa’s must-have snack. It has emerged Victoria left a single chocolate and glass of milk for him as a child, whereas I left a large glass of port and a mince pie.

We’ve decided to ditch the milk, definitely keep the port and offer him some cheese, biscuits and maybe a little chutney.

Thirdly, there are concerns that Santa falls into the ‘at risk’ category due to his high BMI and age, therefore has been playing it very safe this year and limiting public exposure. As a result, the twins haven’t seen him, whereas I remember him being omnipresent