As all intelligent children know, Santa Claus and his team of toy elves work tirelessly throughout the year from their secret base at the North Pole.

Then as the clocks strike midnight on December 24, the great man takes to the skies in his sleigh, delivering presents to the entire world in the space of one night.

Thanks to satellite technology, we can even track his progress via the North American Aerospace Defence Command (NORAD) website.

A few Scrooges in the scientific community have cast doubt on Father Christmas’s ability to bend the laws of time. Thankfully, Aardman, the creator of Wallace and Gromit, puts these naysayers in their place and reveals the truth about Santa’s 21st-century operations in the hugely entertaining computer-animated comedy Arthur Christmas.

The film is a treat for the very young and the young at heart, affirming all of the wholesome messages of the holiday season without lingering too long on the rampant materialism.

At the heart of the story, co-written by Peter Baynham and Sarah Smith, who also directs, is a kind and selfless young man who believes that every child is important at Christmas and that we are all responsible for keeping the magic alive.

Santa (voiced by Jim Broadbent) has been the figurehead of the Yuletide season for decades and he proudly oversees this year’s delivery of presents in his hi-tech spacecraft, masterminded with military precision by eldest son Steve (Hugh Laurie).

Down in the bowels of the craft, youngest son Arthur (James McAvoy) excitedly answers correspondence from the children of the world, including a young British girl called Gwen (Ramona Marquez).

A malfunction in the loading bay goes unnoticed by the elves in mission control and Gwen doesn’t receive her pink bicycle.

With time running out until Gwen’s Christmas is ruined, Arthur joins forces with Grandsanta (Bill Nighy) and wrapping elf Bryony (Ashley Jensen) to deliver Gwen’s gift using the old sleigh and a team of retired reindeers.

Arthur Christmas is festooned with loveable characters and belly laughs, from Laurie’s pompous Santa-in-waiting to Nighy’s old-timer who rejects all of these technological improvements to centuries of tradition. “What happened to going down the chimney? Never did me any harm!”, he coughs and splutters, almost losing his false teeth.

Imelda Staunton lends her warm tones to Mrs Santa and Justin Bieber sings a suitably jolly rendition of Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town over the end credits. With December 25 only weeks away now, Arthur Christmas is a wonderful early present.

The booze flows freely as journalist Paul Kemp (Johnny Depp) heads to Puerto Rico to take up a position on The San Juan Star in The Rum Diary.

Photographer Sala (Michael Rispoli) becomes Paul’s right-hand man as the newcomer enjoys rum-soaked island life and forges an alliance with local businessman Sanderson (Aaron Eckhart), who aims to transform the island into a capitalist paradise.

Having hired Paul to write promotional material, Sanderson and his American investors insist that the journalist signs a non-disclosure agreement.

Sala introduces Paul to drug and alcohol-fuelled journalist Moberg (Giovanni Ribisi), who doses them both up with a powerful hallucinogen. The terrifying vision spurs Paul to write a piece exposing Sanderson’s plans, but the corrupt businessman has powerful allies.

The Rum Diary is a blur of strange and sometimes amusing vignettes. Depp holds the folly together with his theatrics but there is little else to recommend Bruce Robinson’s film. Supporting performances add colour but no emotional depth, while Amber Heard looks stunning in close-up.

Fans of Hunter S. Thompson’s work will revel in his vision of the era. For the rest of us, it’s a cinematic hangover that compels us to promise to never drink from Thompson’s inkwell ever again.