(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.
