Cold comfort for rudolph.
Deep in the frozen wilds of Northminster, Santa Waldeclaus peered out of his grotto and stroked his long white beard. The snow lay thick on the ground and he was keen to get on, but the head reindeer had told him gift delivery was suspended. It was the wrong sort of snow. 'My team can't go out in those conditions,' the I head reindeer had said. 'That snow's cold and we can only pull sleighs in warm snow.'