It had been snowing for the last week now. The snow was deep and spread as long as the eye can see, covering the trees and the roofs of the houses.

"It's all so white!" shouted the little boy pointing to the snow, the boy had brown hair to match his eyes, in a few days he would have his first proper Christmas.

Before the child had been too small for many of the activities done on Christmas, but this year he was almost seven. He had helped decorate the house and now he was going to play in the snow that he was so excited about.

"Your right Jack, it is, do you like write?"

"Yep, it is so bright and pretty!" he shouted and ran outside throwing the snow in the air "and it's soft too! Is everything white soft, mummy?"

The young lady sat down on the doorstep to watch her young son "no, darling, not everything, but snow is."

"Snow..." the kid said sitting down in it and looking at it careful as it melted in his hand, he laughed "it is wet!"

"Yes, snow is made out of water?"

"You make snow?"

"No, the sky does, it comes out of the sky like rain, but colder."

"I like snow, it is soft and white and wet!"

"Yes, it is..."

Jack played in the snow for the next hour, he made snow castles and angels. He threw it into the air and watched it fall down and he laughed.

When his mum finally dragged him inside, he sat at the window and stared outside at the snow. It was all so new to him. And he liked it, he liked the cold, white, wet, soft, snow.

The next day was Christmas eve, Jack was shopping with his mummy for the things needed for there dinner. He looked at all the shops with wonder in his eyes, his mind filled with unspoken questions. He laughed when a big fat man dressed in red with a long write beard waved to him.

"Why is that man dressed so strangely?" Jack asked pointing.

"It's rude to point, darling" she said with a smile "his Santa."

"Who?"

"Santa is a very jolly man who comes at night on Christmas eve and gives good behaved children toys, he leaves them under the tree."

Jack's eyes widened as he listened.

"He rides a sleigh pulled by magical reindeer who fly though the night and leaves toys under the tree for good children and coal for bad children. He has two long lists titled naught and nice that had every child in the world on it.

"That must be a long lists, there are more then a hundred children in the whole world!" Jack shouted making his mummy laugh.

"Yes, they are very long lists."

"Which list am I on mummy?"

"You'll find out tomorrow morning, wont you."

"I can't wait! I hope I'm good... I really hope I'm good..." he looked scared.

"I'm sure you are darling" his mummy said with a sweet smile.

They finished there shopping, Jack got to carry the pudding, he loved to feel like he was helping his mummy. Especially now that he knew there was a list somewhere for helpful children.

Jack had just entered the house when suddenly he collapsed, causing his mum to turn and drop the shopping, kneeling down to check if her child was ok.

"Jack? Are you ok darling?"

Jack gave a small nod "I feel hot..." he whispered as he was picked up by his mummy who carefully checked his temperature.

"You have a fever darling... you should rest, I'll sort out the shopping, don't worry."

Jack gave a small nod as his mother carefully carried him up to his room and tucked him in bed, opening the window to let in the cool breeze.

"Goodnight, mummy..." he whispered as he fell asleep.

That night, the moon shined brightly and snow fell slowly. Jack woke up, he still felt feverish and decided he needed a glass of water, he poked his head out the window feeling the snow and smiling before he got up and walked downstairs, he opened the door to the living room that he needed to go though to get to the kitchen when he saw a man standing by the Christmas tree.

Jack carefully stepped in silently and looked at this man. He was big and wearing a big red coat, Jack recognized him and his eyes filled with wonder as he watched the man.

North was carefully searching the sack when he realized he was not alone. He turned around and saw the little boy staring at him. At first he wasn't sure what to do but when he saw the wonder in the young child's eyes, he smiled.

Jack smiled back up at the big man "hello" he whispered.

"Hello" North said and knelt down so as to be the same height as the kid, Jack took a few steps forwards.

"Are you Santa?" he asked.

"Yes, and you are Jack, aren't you?"

"You know who I am?" Jack's looked excited.

"I know every child in the world" North said "you where very good behaved this year."

Jack's eyes filled with joy "really?"

North nodded and grabbed the kids hands "of course, seems you've been helping your mummy out a lot."

"I like to help, mummy says one day I will be just like my dad and I will be hard working" he said proudly as he smiled up at North.

"That's very good to hear, I got you a very special present this year, can you guess which it is?" he asked showing Jack the sack. It was filled with loads of different presents wrapped up in different and colourful wrapping paper. They all where made to suit the child they where for.

Jack looked at the different colours and loved all of them, each and every design was beautiful and colourful, then one caught his eyes. It was write with beautiful snowflakes painted on it. He pointed to it, North got it out and nodded.

"Your right, this one is yours, do you like the paper?"

"It's pretty, and write... is it snow?"

"This are snowflakes... they come with the snow, there all different, now two are the same."

"Wow... there so pretty!"

"They are, do you like the snow?"

"It's so white and soft and wet!" he shouted excitedly "it's lots of fun to play in."

"That's good to hear" North said carefully placing the gift under the tree "you can open it tomorrow, is that okay?"

Jack nodded "thank you very much Mr. Santa" he said holding out his hands, North chuckled and shook it.

"You need to go back to bed now, is that okay?"

"I need to get water first, mummy says I need water when I'm hot."

North eyes widened as he realized the temperature of the young child's hands "are you ill?"

"I get hot, sometimes, mummy says it will stop when I get older" Jack replied.

"I see, well you best get that water then and hope your not hot tomorrow, nobody should be ill on Christmas" North said and led the child to the kitchen to help him get a glass of water.

After the child drank his drink North picked up the kid "lets go to bed now, shall we?" he asked.

Jack yawned and nodded cuddle up to North and falling asleep. North carefully carried the kid up to his room and lay him down. He sighed, he would surely be running late now, but that didn't stop him from making sure the child was comfortable and the window was wide open.

"Goodnight, Jack" he finally whispered leaving.

The child woke up only one more that night and saw out of his window a sleigh pulled by reindeer flying away before falling asleep once more and dreaming about sleighs and snowflakes.

The next morning Jack was feeling much better. He told his parents about his meeting with Santa and about the snowflakes. They had a lovely Christmas.

Jack kept the paper from his present, his mum put it in a frame and placed it in the room, this made Jack very happy. Jack had received what looked like a hot water bottle except it was shaped like a snowflake. His mummy filled it with snow or ice whenever Jack had a fever now and it helped a lot more then she expected.

After the day was over, and his mummy had left him in bed. He sat up and looked out the window, it was closed and a part of it was covered in frost. Carefully he wrote 'Thank You' on the window using the frost. All do he couldn't really write and it wasn't really understandable, it was the fought that counted. And Jack felt very thankful as he cuddled his snowflake close and fell asleep.

His dreams where soon filled with snowflakes and big friendly men with swords.