When the Revels were dropping the peanut one, their advertising was very purple heavy, so I assumed it’s be a lovely blackcurrent cream (like the orange and coffee ones).
The appearance of the raisin still rankles, and I’m nearly 52. Bastards.
My twin sister and I wrote to Father Christmas when we were around 5/6. I think it was a service run by the Royal Mail.
Sister received a reply from Santa, a lovely card of him in his toy workshop, with plenty of ‘you’ve been very good this year’, platitudes, I did not.
Every day from then until Christmas Eve, when I knew the post would be the last one before Santa came, I would run to the letterbox, only to walk away crestfallen when my card from Father Christmas wasn’t there.
I truly thought I had been naughty and Santa wouldn’t deliver any presents that Christmas. With her being the older twin (by a whopping 10 mins), she was always given priority because she was the oldest (too many examples to recount here, and she was Dad’s favourite too). Even at a young age, I was aware of this discrepancy, so I can honestly say my absent Father Christmas card was a non event for my parents.
In retrospect, when my card failed to arrive, and having a few silent tears when I’d pick up the mail each day, as a parent I would’ve written a similar letter for me, just to keep the magic alive.
Of course, it was an opportunity for my sister to lord it over me, teasing me that I had been naughty so no presents for me (empowered by my parents unfortunately, I don’t recall at any point them reeling her in):
As a mum, I have written lots of letters for friends & family’s children, just in case their letter didn’t arrive - all calligraphy & decorated as if from the man himself - because I can still feel that wretched disappointment from nearly 50 years ago.
Another disappointment was, at 12, thinking tampons would make my periods carefree and filled with roller skating, rather than being doubled over in pain with a hot water bottle each month lol!