Christmas Eve, Valby
In the afternoon, C, M and I went for a walk to the nearby park in Valby, past Jesus Church at the end of our little street, where Carl Jacobsen of the Carlsberg dynasty (the brewery is just round the corner) funded an extraordinarily elaborate Italianate cathedral in whose grounds is a statue of a troll scenting Christian blood (just to keep the locals on the strait and narrow). The Valby bells seem to toll indiscriminately through the night, not good for insomniacs but strangely comforting after a while. Dusk was just starting to fall as we walked into the Søndermarken park, and the remnants of Sunday’s snowfall still dusted the sludgy avenues of winter trees. Underground water cisterns dating from the 1850s have now been turned into a museum of modern glass art, the triangular entry gates like odd igloos in the gloom. Suddenly the lights took hold and we walked back through the misty decorated streets to the warmth of Christmas Eve.
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Bryn Cymro 
Beware the troll. Nothing like exemplar justice to keep the faith. Merry Christmas the pics are terrific.
Your pictures are magnificent. Does look a little chill though.