Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!