- Narrator: Deep down in the darkest forests of Lapland, buried far beneath the frosty ground, Father Christmases of times gone by lie in ancient graves. They continue their existence in a magical way: each grave is decorated with a Christmas tree, growing out of the heart of a Father Christmas.
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- Narrator: Every year we ship hundreds of these distinguished, extremely rare products to far away countries all around the world. Your mission is to guarantee a safe journey for the product from beginning to end. Last season you failed.