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Dawn gave the world pink cheeks. Hovering over the trees, Santa's sleigh was preparing to land.
- When the field was finally in sight, he lost altitude until the skis touched the snow and drew two parallel lines as a huge fork in marshmallow would have done.
- Before going down, Santa Claus raised his arms and stretched himself for a long time. He felt a pain. In how many chimneys had he slipped? How many hoods had he filled, transported, emptied? An incalculable number during this magical night that was coming to an end.
- A battalion of elves came to free the eight exhausted reindeers from their bindings. As a group, they snorted in the snow. For his part, Santa wanted to stay a little in his sled to extend this moment. For thousands of images assailed him like little pieces of torn dreams flying in the wind. And on these images, faces looked at him, those of the thousands of children he had visited and that he would not find for a whole year.
- Yes, it was enough for Santa Claus to close his eyes to see again enlarge those of Odilon the donkey, Sidonie the mouse, or to see one last time the man made sand in the desert by Alec the fennec, or Manolo the snail perched on the sled ski, or the giant letters that inscribed the names of a beaver, a grizzly bear and a caribou on the top of a forest.
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