I'm not sure I have ever come across a Father Christmas dressed in brown robes before, but he looks suitably magical and wizard-like.
A challenging day yesterday, so the Grand Duchess and I collapsed before the fire with some single malt scotch (12-year old Talisker), gluehwein, and a little eggnog yesterday evening. No painting on the Heroes of Boucharde then, but I plan to do something about that today after breakfast and perhaps a bit of skiing.
This year's stollen is coming, but probably not until later this coming week, or the weekend just before Christmas. Needless to say, I can hardly wait.
A skiing-selfie of sorts, taken this afternoon during another two-hour constitutional not far from the house.