Once upon a time there was the whisper of a starlit night. Blowing through the breeze was a festive scent and the magic of Christmas was well and truly in the air. A sparkling dusting of snow lent a muted touch to the landscape, wrapping the peaks in its pristine alabaster cloak.
Footprints outlined the golden thread of an odyssey, as Arty the bear cub made his way through the trees. All 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 accompanying Arty in his quest.
Once upon a time there was Arty the bear cub who, at each turn in his path and 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.
There was a night when Arty the bear cub felt free to follow the path marked out by the game… and the stars, those celestial bodies dwelling in time and nature's depths, 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.