(I know, grow up.)
Well, sort of.
I was excited about my carte blanche to photograph him since Keegan bought some reindeer pelts, but then when confronted with his eyeliner and his nails filed to points and his long victorian coat and his cape-pelt, I got shy. This man could see my soul; he would know I was photographing for the funnies. Hurm.
But still, he's quite a specimen, no?
Of course we went to see the little pisser, who was all done up for the holiday and letting it flow just like a drunk mall santa.
Look how beautiful the Grand Place is come Christmastime:
The light show on the buildings was incredible: