Santa travels in a sleigh.

She had been standing behind the curtain of coloured glass beads for at least half an hour now, waiting patiently with a silver lota of water.

In the mountains too angels sang to the lonely shepherds. A lion roared on an angelless mountain.

Carl Spackler: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. Angie D’Annunzio: A looper? Carl Spackler: A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock.