4. December 4th.
She wasn't quite sure why she'd chosen red for him. After all, there wasn't much red around during the winter seasons, when all the flowers and leaves had gone. But red had just seemed very... Festive. Green wouldn't have worked- oh no. She couldn't have him riding around the same colour as the fir trees on their land. And blue seemed... too patriotic. Yellow just beamed sunshine, and everything that wasn't winter. It would also clash with his white beard. Black and white were totally out of question- red seemed the perfect option. Nothing says Christmas like red and white.