Snow drifts down on the gaslit Victorian street. The gas lamps flicker and dim, a cold blue mist rises from the cobblestones and gathers into a glowing translucent spirit of soft golden light and swirling snowflakes that circles around the person. They turn in awe as the light brushes past, their breath fogging, then smile as the warm glow wraps around them and the lamps blaze back to life. Enchanting Christmas ghost story, gentle not scary, cinematic. No text, no logos.