Santa smiled, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "They lead wherever someone is waiting with hope," he replied. "The paths are not made of snow, Luka. They are made of the kindness people show to one another. I simply follow the glow of that kindness to find my way."
Deep in the woods, he finally saw a figure in red resting by a frozen stream. It was Santa Claus (Deda Mraz). minja_subota_deda_mraze_kud_te_vode_snezne_staze
One Christmas Eve, Luka spotted a faint, glowing trail of silver dust leading away from the village square. Remembering the song, he put on his warmest boots and followed it. The path didn't lead to a palace of gold or a mountain of toys. Instead, it wound through the quietest streets, stopping at every house where a light was still burning. Santa smiled, his eyes reflecting the moonlight
Luka wondered about those "snowy paths." Did they go through the whispering pine forest? Or did they climb the highest peak where the stars seemed close enough to touch? They are made of the kindness people show to one another
As he fell asleep, he could still hear the melody in his head, knowing now that the snowy paths lead exactly where they are needed most: to the heart.