The man sat at his desk, alone and working in Christmas eve. His own choice of course, he had never really celebrated Christmas.. Well ever. So he continued with the tradition of being alone. He sipped some coffee, legs crossed and brows furrowed as he read some papers. He though to himself 'What about Christmas is important? God certainly isn't really, and neither is old father Christmas. ' Albert exhaled, cocking his head and huffing a little.