Santa's Feathered Flight
Deep within a prehistoric palm forest, where lush, emerald fronds swayed and ancient ferns uncurled, a group of dinosaurs was enjoying a peaceful afternoon. A towering Brachiosaurus munched on crimson berries, a spiky Stegosaurus ambled by, and a mighty T-Rex let out a rumbling sigh.
Suddenly, a shimmering, oversized feather, plucked from the wing of a celestial swan, drifted gracefully through the air. And perched upon it, with a twinkle in his eye and a jolly wave, was Santa Claus! His suit glowed a vibrant, candy-apple red against the deep jungle greens.
The dinosaurs, usually so formidable, froze in comical shock. The T-Rex's jaw dropped, the Brachiosaurus's long neck craned, and the Stegosaurus’s plates seemed to quiver. Santa, chuckling merrily, waved again. "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, you magnificent creatures!" he called out, leaving them utterly bewildered by the magical, feather-borne visitor in their ancient world.
