||Copics, fine liners, white gel pen on smooth Bristol board.
Nikolas wasn't always a Christmas cat. At ten months old he ate some tinsel and that soured him on the whole subject for several years. But then he found his person Lizzie, a very firmly living-the-spirit-of-Christmas person, so Nikolas gave it another shot. It was much better the second time.
Might be for Maharincess.