The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, 

Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, 

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

The reindeer turned out to be seven Hugs/Friends

who flew merrily down the road

on their sleds to enjoy

some hot chocolate and homemade cookies

with us!

-Moore, Clement
  The Night Before Christmas

"I wonder if his hot chocolate is better than mine??"

"I SAID, get in the picture, Trev!!"