It’s that time of the year. You are rounding up the Christmas list of gifts. The wife says she does not want anything, you know that’s a trap. Nothing says Christmas more than a bucket of the colonel’s chicken. By looking at this album, you would have no clue this old man sells fried chicken. For all you know he could be holding a giant cup of eggnog with a red bow on top of it. Christmas with Colonel Sanders was never a good time for the chickens.