I thought this one was suitable for the season. The leaves that escaped the leaf blowers (no easy task) were caught in a late November frost. Even by mid day it was still freezing - quite unusual for Dublin. A bunch of leaves can represent a group, but here they're frozen. Their natural decay is arrested and for a while they are stiff. But the sun is coming. I saw this as a metaphor for the collective and thought again of Shelley who wrote "If winter comes can spring be far behind." Festive December breaks up the long winter days and at last we have break. Yet that break can be both joyful and stressful. Maybe because we have to stop what we are doing in the working world and spend relatively long periods of time with others. In some ways we have no option. So that's what the picture is about.