A photo of a dark street, with a stone wall sloping down to the right of the image where it meets a fir tree, now decorated with lights and a star on the top. There are glowing street lamps at intervals. The photo is taken from a lower level, looking up to the black wall. There are 22 of my Friends (simple drawn figures in a variety of festive hats) scribbled on. Most are on the road, peering over the wall. One is sitting at the top of the lampost holding a placard with the number 22 on it. Another is near the bottom, starting to climb up. Another has climbed the tree and is peering over. There is one in the foreground. They got confused and went down the wrong darker path. They shine a torch up illuminating themselves. It would probably be more sensible for them to use it to illuminate the path, but they'll get there...