Soundscape of Xmas morning from the road

Flashers ticking like a metronome, windshield wipers in a slow counter beat.
A staccato of schnee pellets striking the windows.
Quick furies of wind across the roof box.
A jingling of antler bells from the back.
The driver whistles Chet Atkins' Snow Birds as the tires howl along the cold dry pavement.

I would offer a visual but much like driving through fog and only getting ghostly glimpses of the countryside, the view i ti the blowing snow is much the same. Vehicles emerge and disappear with little warning, gullies lined with trees drift off to parts unseen, then like in a dream you can see lights out towards a horizon like those of a ship off a coast.

Occasionally we see cattle or horses with their backs to the wind, heads down, grouped together, waiting.