The frigid North Pole air crackled with excitement. This year, Santa Claus traded his reindeer for something truly extraordinary. Perched atop the majestic, emerald-scaled dragon, Ignis, he prepared for his most spectacular journey yet. Ignis's eyes glowed with an inner amethyst fire, and his mighty wings, the colour of twilight skies, unfurled, shimmering with stardust.
"Ready, old friend?" Santa boomed, his scarlet suit a vibrant splash against the dragon's verdant hide. With a powerful beat of Ignis's wings, they soared into the indigo night. Below, cities twinkled like scattered diamonds, and the swirling aurora borealis painted the sky in strokes of jade, sapphire, and rose. Presents piled high in saddlebags woven from celestial silk, Santa and his magical companion delivered joy, a streak of festive magic against the vast, star-dusted canvas of the world.
