Once upon a time there was the whisper of a starlit night. Wafting on the breeze was a festive scent and the magic of Christmas was well and truly in the air. A crystalline dusting of snow lent a muted touch to the landscape, wrapping the peaks in its pristine alabaster mantle. 

Footprints traced the golden thread of an odyssey, as Arty the bear cub made his way through the trees. Around him, the woodland birds and animals chorused their unique melodies, like a talisman, as the forest hummed a silky-soft song embroidered with gold and marvels to accompany Arty in his quest.

Once upon a time there was Arty the bear cub who, at each turn of the path, at the edge of each clearing, raised his snout: this way, and that…! A dance, a thrilling chase, an approaching kingdom: once upon a time there was Chopard.

Once upon a time there was a night when Arty the bear cub felt free to follow the path marked out by the game… and the stars, those luminaries dwelling in the depths of time and nature, majestic and shining bright in the eyes of those we cherish.

Once upon a time, there was Christmas, that moment of grace when one remembers – as a shooting star flashes by – the luminous pulse of the world, and the heavens that share their glory, like an eternal gift.