Christmas is a wonderful time of year when you're three years old, but times that age by ten, you're the one paying for it. Small wonder you feel hard done by when you have to pay for things like trips to the theatre for the kids, like my nephew had.
His first one, to be exact. The reaction on his face seeing Father Christmas in a stage adaptation of Raymond Briggs' comedy graphic novel at The Lyric Theatre, Hammersmith, was priceless.
His reaction to the fart jokes was as if it was real, his ability to willingly suspend his disbelief by wafting the imaginary smell of the Ghost Of Christmas Dinner really shows that Briggs is one of Britain's finest comedy writers and is brought to life by a stellar cast.