🎅 Santa's Crimson Path ❄️
The night was a quiet canvas, painted in hues of midnight blue and crisp, diamond white snow. Santa, in his iconic crimson suit, pushed open the ornate, wrought-iron gate, which sighed softly beneath a dusting of fresh powder. He walked onto the path, where tall, forest-green pine trees stood like silent, frosted sentinels, their branches heavy with snow.
A cheerful brass lamp post cast a warm, butter-yellow glow, illuminating the freshly cleared route. By the fence, a small wooden letterbox, painted a merry holly red, sat waiting for its final letters. With a jaunty stride and a twinkle in his eye, Santa made his way through the glittering landscape, the only sound the soft crunch of his black boots on the snow, bringing a surge of colourful Christmas magic to the sleeping world.
