Santa's Lunar Gallop
On a night shimmering with untold magic, Santa Claus, usually found in his sleigh, embarked on a most extraordinary journey. Instead of reindeer, a magnificent, pearlescent horse with a mane like spun moonlight carried him, its hooves kicking up stardust as they galloped across the crescent moon. The moon itself was a vibrant, glowing arc of amethyst and silver, casting an ethereal glow over a world draped in snow.
Below, a silent pine forest, painted in deep emerald and frosted with diamond-white snow, stretched out like a plush carpet. Each snowflake that drifted down was a tiny, sparkling jewel – some icy blue, others shimmering gold – catching the vibrant lunar light. Santa, his suit a rich, velvety crimson against the celestial backdrop, chuckled as they soared, the crisp, clean air smelling of pine and starlight. This was a Christmas Eve secret, a moment of pure, imaginative delight before the real work began.
