Another year, another Christmas. And for the last several years we have had to make sure that a little something is left for the refreshment of that strange old man who breaks into your house on Christmas Eve and leaves presents for Small Children who have Been Good all year.
By the time he reaches us he is completely fed up with mince pies and sherry, so we always leave him a glass of single malt whiskey and some cookies or chocolate cake. There is also always a carrot and a bowl of milk or water for Rudolf.
The old fellow always seems able to polish it all off, and I daren’t think what his breathalyser reading would be like by the time he heads for home.
Canon 7D, EF 35mm f2, 0.4 seconds at f4.