I always forget that Brits call Santa “Father Christmas.” It doesn’t come naturally to me. He’ll forever be Santa to me.

But perhaps the British moniker will be fresh in my mind, thanks to this little addition to our library – “Father Christmas Needs a Wee!” by Nicholas Allen.

In this charming little book, it recounts all the different drinks that Santa, ahem, I mean Father Christmas imbibed over the evening (all non-alcoholic, I should add. He must’ve missed the glass of sherry waiting at our house), before he makes his very quick return to the North Pole and his loo and goes for a much-needed “wee.”

Clearly, this is a point that was completely missed in “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.”