It’s Christmas time, the time where we all run around like mad men buying all the things our nearest and dearest would like, making sure the house is perfect for when our guests come round for lunch, and the decorations are up, a true sign of the celebration of Christmas and (most of) what it stands for.
Of course, Ticky couldn’t help himself getting involved in the action buy taking centre stage of Morgans cardboard nativity play. He found the space somewhat comforting, and rested his head for the night, dreaming of what could be coming his way on Christmas day…
