You have it all wrong. It was a clear crisp icy day with just a wisp of snow flacks in the air. You could hear HO HO HO as our lord was skiing down his favorite slope dodging the rain deer.
Stopping to take a sip of hot nog from his flask, he does like his nog, He spied a large ski jump, just to inviting to turn down. Off he went with vigor tucking his flask away. Yet upon leaving the ground he realized that it was in fact the roof of an outlying workshop at the edge of a Jewelers hamlet. And he was headed right into the front door. He braced himself for a crash and of coarse not wanting to injure any of his subjects his HO HO HO got very loud. As things swiftly drew to an unhappy conclusion the door quickly swung open and low and behold an Ork raider walked out to see what all the noise was about. And right at the very moment our lord landed,well squishing is the better word. Then skidding across the hamlet floor our lord startled the remaining Orks for whom scattered to the winds. He then landed seating at the jewelers table where he was handed a hot mug of nog.
I should know I am the jewelers daughter and I never miss a cutie Lord when one drops in....
