Santa Claus is making his way to the famous Champs-Élysées Street, eager to surprise his beloved children with a bounty of beautiful gifts. As evening falls, the street is transformed into a picturesque winter wonderland, with snow gently blanketing the ground. Santa Claus walks along the snow-covered road, the cold biting at his face while fluffy snowflakes drift down from the sky. They land softly on his tea-rose long coat, creating a delicate contrast against the pale fabric. The wind playfully tugs at his coat, causing it to flutter in the breeze. Beneath it, his champagne-colored inner dress shimmers in the reflection of the snow, giving off a pearlescent glow. Read more
In his hands, he holds an assortment of gifts for his children, each one carefully selected to bring joy and wonder. He also carries a festive Christmas wreath, a symbol of hope and warmth during this chilly season. A postman’s bag is slung over his shoulder, filled with letters and surprises for the children he holds dear. Yet, despite his cheerful spirit, the journey is not without hardship. The weight of the large Christmas tree strapped to his back slows him down, causing him to feel the strain of every step. Each movement through the snowy streets becomes more arduous, but he presses on, determined.
“The children deserve this,” Santa Claus murmurs to himself, his breath visible in the cold air. “I will endure this suffering for them.” His heart, full of love and dedication, pushes him forward, knowing that the smiles and laughter from his children will be worth every effort.