A deep, velvety midnight blue blanketed the North Pole. Flakes of opal white and holographic silver twirled down, coating a charming cottage that glowed a warm cinnamon orange. Santa approached the entrance—an impressive gazebo-style gate built from sturdy wood stained a rich molasses brown. The thick wooden arch above held the carved words, “Merry Christmas,” its lettering shimmering with sparkling sugarplum violet. Santa’s suit, a brilliant, velvety ruby red, contrasted sharply with the snow. As he stepped beneath the joyful inscription, the light spilling from the cottage's windows, which shone like melted golden butter, promised warmth and welcome. It was the perfect, silent start to his magical night of giving.
