By daily 
Christmas Eve had fallen, but there was no warmth for Mun and KOK, two hairless dogs shivering beneath the biting wind. The snow clung to their thin bodies, and the cold gnawed at their skin, leaving small patches raw and bleeding. They had wandered too far, hoping to find a safe shelter, but the forest had only offered silence and frost. Fear gripped them, and hunger twisted their stomachs, yet they clung to each other, trembling, eyes wide in the freezing dark.
Suddenly, a soft jingling sound echoed through the trees. Mon’s ears perked up, and Ajk’s tail wagged weakly. From the shadows emerged a glowing figure—a man in red with a bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes sparkled with kindness, and with a gentle wave of his hand, warmth washed over them. The frost melted, their wounds began to heal, and for the first time in days, they felt safe.