I can see by your coat my friend


Winter is coming and he’s not so much looking up at the icy stars as looking up to see if there are any stars up there anymore. It’s hard to tell through the glare.

Santa is coming and we’re expecting two of everything. Everything has to be bigger than last time.

He’s waiting for Santa, looking for that sleigh. Jab him in the arse for leaving a sleigh-long scratch down the side of the Audi last year.