Fast-paced Christmas messenger

by Jean Pierre

Father Christmas whizzes past in a sparkling snowstorm, sitting on a lovingly decorated snowmobile that looks like a little festive float. His red coat blows in the wind, the white fur trim stands out in contrast against the wintry air; the pointed cap flutters briskly behind him. The snowmobile is decorated with fairy lights, fir branches and shiny baubles, a golden star is emblazoned on the side and a small garland of tinsel dangles behind the seat. The engine purrs low and warm, while powdery snow is whirled up in fine flakes and disappears in glittering clouds behind the vehicle.

With a cheerful laugh and sparkling eyes, he steers safely through narrow alleyways and over frozen fields, always on his way to hand out presents. A collection of carefully wrapped parcels, lovingly decorated with colourful paper and bows, peeps out from an open side basket. His face has the calm and warmth of years of experience; occasionally he waves to passers-by or scatters a handful of artistically shaped snow stars into the air with a twinkle in his eye. Dusk bathes the scene in a soft, golden light that contrasts enchantingly with the lights on the snowmobile.