(a poem written from the point of view of Jack Frost's little sister)

Once upon a December, I stood on thin ice

I can still remember, the panic in his eyes

he hooked me around

and threw me down

and then stood in my place

and on that cold December, the smile left his face.

He plunged beneath the icy waves, so I would not fall

I pulled him out of the water, and prayed to hear his call.

I may forget a lot of things, but this always remember

the day he gave his life for mine, once upon a December.