It was December, and the weather report called for the first snow fall of the season to come tonight. You haven't fallen asleep yet, due to the excitement of seeing the first snow of the season, and with the snow, the promise of having fun in the new frost.
You checked the clock, and it read 1:14, well past the time you normally went to bed, but it was winter break, so you could stay up however long you wanted. You excitedly stared out the window, watching the dark, grey sky, hoping to see the flakes of ice fall.
Your phone buzzed, signaling a text received, most likely from one of your friends telling you about how excited they were for the snow to come, but you ignored it, not peeling your eyes off the sky.
Finally, after waiting for hours, you could see the first white specks floating down from the grey blackness of the clouds. You smiled hugely, your toothy grin reflected back at you from the window, and you bolted out from under the blankets you had stacked upon yourself earlier. Feet hitting the cold hardwood floor, you tiptoed past your parents room, down the stairs of your home, and out the front door.
Not bothering to put on shoes, you stood out in the 30 degree weather wearing a tank top and sweatpants, but you didn't care, you loved the snow, the feeling of it, so coats would ruin this experience.
Turning your face to the sky, you closed your eyes towards the falling flakes, feeling their light brush against your cheeks and eyelashes. You have waited years for this, it not having snowed for several years. The weather always turned from the promise of snow to rain, and now it didn't.
Opening your mouth, you let a snowflake land on the tip of your tongue, the coldness melting away within seconds, if only you could have that feeling last longer.
Christmas songs started going through your head, with the giddiness of the snow, and christmas being only a few days away.
Rudolf went through your head, the tune you remembered through the years. After that song ended, you sang out loud the next one.
"Chestnuts roasting, on an open fire." You opened your eyes to the dark sky again.
"Jack Frost nipping, at your nose." You smiled, that being always your favorite line of the song. Sadly, those were the only two lines of the song you knew, which, on your part, is quite depressing. You loved the christmas season, winter, even the songs which played every day over and over again in all the stores and even your home, you should at least know this one song.
You started to shiver, the coldness finally getting to you, and you started to head inside. You opened the door, but as you did, you could've sworn you heard laughter and yelling coming from somewhere behind you. Turning, you could see nothing but the few trees of the meager forest behind you, and the snow settling on the blades of grass that grew in your yard. Shrugging it off, you headed inside, back up the stairs to your own bedroom, and you settled back down into your blankets, your face next to the window, hoping that the snow will still be there by the morning.
Your eyes flickered open, and you turned around excitedly towards the window. Looking out, a layer of snow had settled on everything outside, turning the outside world white and sparkling in the sunshine that faintly filtered through the clouds. Snow was still falling thickly from the sky, and it showed no signs of stopping any time soon.
Smiling widely again, you jumped out of bed, slipping on some ski pants you had set out earlier last night, a grey jacket you bought last year, and a pair of boots with fur lining the top. You didn't bother with breakfast, just a quick drink of (your favorite drink) and you were out the door.
Striding out into the snow, you headed to the street, being drawn towards the sounds of laughter and the crunching of snow. Down the street a ways, a group of neighborhood children you babysat usually were throwing snowballs at each other.
"Don't leave me out of the fight!" You jogged towards them, and they all turned towards you.
"_!" They all called out, running towards you and tackling you to the ground. Snow got under your coat and soaked into your cotton shirt, sending chills down your body, but you didn't care, because you had other problems to take care of. Six of them to be exact.
Struggling to get up, you pushed all the children off of you, and you gathered a snowball in your hands. "Now who wants to tackle me now!" Throwing the snowball lightly against one of the kids, and sending them all scattering and screaming. "Im the snow monster and I'll get you with my snowballs of evil!"
You created an arsenal of snowballs, throwing them at the children, as they scrambled and threw snowballs back at you. After quite some time of being the 'evil snow monster', you changed character and became 'Jack Frost, the bringer of snow and cold', and you dumped shovel full after shovel full of snow on top of the children, causing them to scream in the coldness of the snow and the laughter of being chased.
Several hours passed, and the children's parents one by one called them in for the day, worried their children would catch colds, or to give them food and have them settle down. Eventually, you were left watching the last child run towards his home, waving and calling back to you, "see you later, Miss Frost!" still using your 'Jack Frost' character playfully.
"See you later, Lily!" You called back, turning and hearing the front door close, you started back across the street, towards your own home.
"Chestnuts roasting, on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping, at your nose." You started to sing again, having quickly looked up the lyrics right before you left that morning.
"Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, and folks dressed up like-" Laughter interrupted your song. Loud, boisterous laughter reached your ears, and you took it as the source was laughing at your singing. Quickly you stopped singing and looked around, to see who was laughing at you.
There was no one on the street, but the sound wasn't coming from the street. Looking up, into a tree on a neighbors lawn, you saw a person in a light blue sweatshirt sitting in the crook of the branches, their face turned towards you, but their face obscured from view by their hood.