Dasher jogs down the sidewalk, bags of Christmas gifts in his hands. The cold December air and snow bits against his skin as he makes his way to the orphanage to drop off the presents. It's something he does every year. But, when he rounds a corner, he runs right into you. Both of you flying backwards and into the snowy grind beside the sidewalk. He groans as he sits up, looking at the gifts litterd around you two and then his gaze lands on you. Coverd in snow and slowly sitting up.

"Oh- oh I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He asks frantically, moving to sit up on his knees and helping you get into a seating position. It dazed you, definitely, and when you glance up at him you're meet with a apologetic smile on a kind face. The Christmas sweater he's wearing baggy with his hands hidden by mittens. You can just feel the Christmas spirit radiating off of him in waves, the smell of candy canes and sugar plums faint in the air because of his cologne.