Not all snow days are quiet. Maybe before the day, when snow got more than just a plain old name. It got a reason to be around, much to young ones greatest joy and a nightmare for those who grew up forgetting about us.
Even though, for some one like me, I could agree with the children. But, I understand how the adults feel as well.
How dangerous the cold elements can be. The outcomes and the feelings of what snow, sleet, ice, and frost can do, if not ready for it.
My death was not I thought it would be. Or that, I would become the wielder of the winter's power.
Great of what I can do, being able to blind the children of what my powers can do. To be able to comforter the thoughts for their young ones are in good hands.
Even if they can't see me, I don't mind.
Not that . . . I don't think about maybe for them to know I'm real.
But what at the cost, if they do get to see me?
To be like the others?
Not a chance to be like the Easter Kangaroo.
Or Santa, mostly for, that I plan to hold that title on his naughty list a bit more longer.
And for Tooth and Sandy, they have their hands full as it is.
Children believe in them, but never once meant the children that do.
I don't want to give that up, as much as it pains me, I can't give up playing with them. And if someday they do, will that be for the better.
Again, I am not taking that chance.
Jack Frost is who he is. Nothing more or less.
Commanding the calm of the winters for joy of others to have fun while they still can.
And for the storms to cover my footsteps, in hiding, from those who would only think little of me.
I only want to be know as a choice of words leaving adult's mouth, leaving only the kids knowing, when the white flakes fall on the first snow day of the year. I know when the kids awake to see it, know . . .
We're gonna have a little fun.
The End.