All about my hat
It’s cold outside, but this leathery old sight of awesome isn’t worried. He’s tall and scarfed up with a beautiful, if slightly ill fitting, overcoat. Of course he’s also got a green hat and a pair of jewels that are just about perfect. I could mention the clashes of brown, but why bother, he’s too busy being smooth and laughing in the face of the coffin dodger’s Achilles heel, pneumonia.
