The winter winds have come. They bring the jovial jingling of bells upon bells upon bells, banners strewn about the trees in welcome of the future yuletide festivities. Hearts begin to flutter with the eagerness to celebrate, a mounting excitement takes seed within the souls of passersby, waiting to bloom.
You have appeared before the fixed lanterns, the smell of chestnuts resting on gentle flame, your eyes dancing among the banner flags as if caught in a perpetual winter waltz. Something within you brightens with enthusiasm, and your interest is caught by joyous laughter.
“Hello!”
The Tundra chimes like carol music. He is adorned in firefly lights about his mane, striped like winter sweets and wrapped like a gift would be, sitting in suspended wait underneath the greatest tree. He beams at you with an unrelenting friendliness, his large paws taking your hand in greeting.
“Oh, it is so good to see you!” He laughs, snout nodding as if to emphasise his contentedness. “My name is Claus. As you might have noticed, festivities are soon upon us! Isn’t that exciting?”
He lilts with joy, unable to stop the bubbling laughter rising at the end of his sentence, plucking at the crimson scarf draped over his shoulders. He admires the decorations, admires the festive look to the trees, to the sky. He looks back at you and smiles, intent glimmering in gentle gaze.
“The season is upon us, you know! Now is the time where kindness must truly be shown to others!” He nods again, and you find yourself nodding back. He laughs at your mimicked gesture. “You know! Yes, yes, I find kindness, above all us, is the most important gift one can give to another.”
He falls into a somewhat gentler tone, a birdsong chime better fit for the early morning.
“There is much to do, much to give and much to be thankful for,” Claus smiled. “I hope to see you joining in the festivities alongside myself and others! Please, enjoy the season! It’s only once a year, after all!”
He leaves you to bask in the shimmering lights and cheerful conversation. You feel a tugging of your heart, the seasonal seed within your soul begins to sprout. The Tundra’s conversation fills you with eagerness.
You have appeared before the fixed lanterns, the smell of chestnuts resting on gentle flame, your eyes dancing among the banner flags as if caught in a perpetual winter waltz. Something within you brightens with enthusiasm, and your interest is caught by joyous laughter.
“Hello!”
The Tundra chimes like carol music. He is adorned in firefly lights about his mane, striped like winter sweets and wrapped like a gift would be, sitting in suspended wait underneath the greatest tree. He beams at you with an unrelenting friendliness, his large paws taking your hand in greeting.
“Oh, it is so good to see you!” He laughs, snout nodding as if to emphasise his contentedness. “My name is Claus. As you might have noticed, festivities are soon upon us! Isn’t that exciting?”
He lilts with joy, unable to stop the bubbling laughter rising at the end of his sentence, plucking at the crimson scarf draped over his shoulders. He admires the decorations, admires the festive look to the trees, to the sky. He looks back at you and smiles, intent glimmering in gentle gaze.
“The season is upon us, you know! Now is the time where kindness must truly be shown to others!” He nods again, and you find yourself nodding back. He laughs at your mimicked gesture. “You know! Yes, yes, I find kindness, above all us, is the most important gift one can give to another.”
He falls into a somewhat gentler tone, a birdsong chime better fit for the early morning.
“There is much to do, much to give and much to be thankful for,” Claus smiled. “I hope to see you joining in the festivities alongside myself and others! Please, enjoy the season! It’s only once a year, after all!”
He leaves you to bask in the shimmering lights and cheerful conversation. You feel a tugging of your heart, the seasonal seed within your soul begins to sprout. The Tundra’s conversation fills you with eagerness.