- Year : December 2015
There are some people who sleep in fear every Christmas Eve; in fear of their presents being wheefed, pinched or pilfered from underneath their tree as they sleep. Little do they know that sometimes, this wee eejit crawls from its hovel and into homes just to scoff on the lovely wrapped delicacies on display. It’ll eat its way through glittery ribbons, cardboard boxes into the delightful plastic of toys & trinkets.
Doesn’t bother with the mince pie and whiskey that’s, inexplicably been left out.