Sgwarnog: In the Field

By sgwarnog

Rider

Peering out of the attic window in the small hours I didn't spy any ghostly green hues but I did discover that our neighbours in the big house had put up enough lights to satisfy a whole town in their garden.

I can't quite figure if this is a random assemblage of bulbs, or if it's Father Christmas riding a reindeer.

What do you reckon?

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