Taken with a spy camera , this mousy scene reveals the Canberra headquarters of a political party which believes all its Christmases are coming at once –in the very near future, maybe next month. Twitching with expectation , the mice have hung their bumbags on the mantelpiece in the firm belief that one of several overweight Santas , who reside in the Great Slagheap at the North Pole, whipping worker elves all year round , will slither down the chimney and reward them for being good little rodents. Already drunk on Christmas punch , the vermin seen here preparing for a premature white Xmas are nicknamed Mr Squeaky and Mr Grumpy .
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