And so another year is here. All Christmas trees losing their pine needles, all wishes spoken, all salads and red caviar toasts eaten. Kisses — frozen on the window, lost in intricate patterns. ❄️

What is left, when the party is over?

Only for you, buddy, to hang over your hat — and become normal again. We will remember you, cheerful and 3x more expensive. What is said under the bear stays under the bear 🎁

We'll meet again. Who knows what you'll be wearing next time. Maybe, cat mask or sexy lingerie? 👅