Father Christmas

He may not have visited Mario this year, but he came to me last night!  I dreamt of a miniature Father Christmas, about six inches tall.  I had to either set light to him or wind him up.  And when I did this he magically lifted off, as if propelled by an invisible jet pack.  When he reached the ceiling of my room he just plopped right through it, the ceiling becoming putty-like.  I looked up at the ceiling as he passed through it, and when he was gone I could see a tiny hatch formed in his wake, going up into the roof and, I guess, beyond.  Quickly, I went over to the window and looked out - I was just in time to see a larger than life size Father Christmas balloon, like the helium filled birthday balloons, floating in the sky ahead, going upwards and trailing a silver tail.