CEO Thomas Tomey survives the crash of his private plane. Unfortunately, he finds himself on a mountainside, with a snowstorm moving in. He moves away from the crash, searching for shelter. As he feels all is lost, can go no further, he sees–a small, figure, dressed in fur. He awakens, warm, and safe, in a chalet, owned by a jolly old man who claims to be, Father Christmas. A story of believing.
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