ARTY THE BEAR AND THE SHOOTING STAR
Once upon a time there was the whisper of a starlit night.
Wafting on the breeze was a festive scent and the magic of Christmas was well and truly in the air.
The rustling forest exuded fragrant resins and spices, hinting at the scintillating promise of joyful celebrations.
A crystalline dusting of snow lent a muted touch to the landscape, wrapping the peaks in its pristine alabaster mantle.
Footprints traced the golden thread of an odyssey, as Arty the bear cub made his way through the trees.
He knew not where his steps were leading him, yet he was neither alone nor lost; he was simply following his guiding star.
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 to accompany Arty in his quest.
Once upon a time there was Arty the bear cub who, at each turn of the path, at the edge of each clearing, raised his snout: this way, and that…!
The resplendent stars had crowned the snow-covered summits with their most beautiful jewels, while the heavenly light of Chopard's creations lent a unique glow to the sparkling caress of a Christmas night.
A dance, a thrilling chase, an approaching kingdom: once upon a time there was Chopard.
Amid the majestic enchantment of the frozen landscapes, clinging to the playful clouds, within the sacred tremor of the forests: the palaces of the imagination fling wide open their gates for souls that dream.
For those capable of retaining their childhood sense of wonderment and of giving themselves up to the tender embrace of a joyful swirl.
Once upon a time there was a night when Arty the bear cub felt free to follow the path marked out by the game… and the stars, those luminaries dwelling in the depths of time and nature, majestic and shining bright in the eyes of those we cherish.
Allowing oneself to be guided once more by the light of the gifts offered, like talismans, by loved ones: self-invented constellations.
A jewel, a watch, as testimony to vibrant, indissoluble ties.
A bond strengthened with each step of our singular odyssey, or in the moving simplicity of an outstretched hand.
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.