They ran. Snow was kicked up by each step, as they marched ahead. Out of the garage, across the driveway, across the garden, across the hedge…

Yes. Across the hedge.

Because in that moment, their feet lept off the ground and didn't come back down. Only going higher and higher into the icy cold air and the darkness of the night…

"Woah! We're…" Carly said, wide eyes looking down below at the roofs of buildings. "...we're flying!"

"Welcome to the magic, kiddo!" Snowy responded before they banked and turned left, until they were pointing North, and shot off ahead.

Carly was surprised that she felt no cold, no wind, despite them flying at least as fast as 80mph. The Vinewood sign passed below them, so did Sandy Shores… Carly had an idea and pointed to Mount Chilliad, Snowy working it out and flying towards the peak.

"We can make it! Up we go!" Snowy replied, before he began to increase their attitude as they approached the mountain.

Atop the peak of the highest point in San andreas, a small gathering of hikers had been going on… and as Carly and Snowy flew overhead, a few of them looked up with eyes wide with shock… and one or two even took a second glance at the labels and ingredients of their drinks.

Further along their journey, Carly's smile became unconcealable as they flew beneath the San Fierro bridge. She had no idea if she was dreaming or not, but she dare not pinch herself to wake up. This dream was perfection…

It was a magic that the 8 year old never wanted to end.

After passing under the bridge, they were out to sea… and then they heard an engine.

"Snowballs and icicles, it is you! Good to see you again!"

Carly and Snowy both looked back as they flew, to see an old crop duster airplane approaching, with another snowman at the controls, a similar helmet and goggles on him to those that were worn on the bike ride.

"Jeffrey! It's been too long, old friend!" Snowy responded, before he looked at Carly. "This is Jeffrey, he's one of the oldest of the snowmen you'll find today! First made by some stranded fighter pilots in the 1910s!"

"Good evening, young lady!" Jeffrey responded with a tip of his hat, Carly giggling a bit.

"Hello snowpilot!" Carly called back.

"Snowpilot… I like that! I'm dropping the Jeffery, my name's Snowpilot now!"

Snowpilot accelerated ahead, triggering a green coloured cloud to spray out from the chemical spreader arms.

"Woohoo!" Carly squealed, Snowy laughing before he flew ahead at faster speed again.

They flew for a while longer… until in the distance, over the ocean, Carly saw it. An island, coated with snow and glistening magically.

Landing delicately on the ground, the two quietly walked ahead among a lightly snowed upon forest. Fallen twigs snapped under their feet, and here and there the remnants of the autumn, long dead and browned leafs, poked out from under the softly frozen water.

At last, they reached a clearing… and Carly couldn't believe her little eyes.

Closest to them, it was a massive, life sized gingerbread village with real gingerbread people walking and talking to each other. Further ahead, there was a frozen lake where a few snowmen were dashing around on ice skates, and to one side of that, a huge gazebo type construction made entirely of ice, polished and cCriagtal clear.

"Welcome to the wonderland." Snowy said after a few seconds of observing what was ahead of them. They slowly walked ahead, and Carly looked around in awe at it all. Everything, the magic, the secrets, the fairy tales… they were all real.

They walked ahead towards the space between the lake and the ice gazebo, to where there was multiple people stood around and dancing in a party. The most of them were made of snow, a couple of them were also from the gingerbread village. But what caught Carly's eye was the small number of flesh built humans, some around her age but some older.

"Hey, you two." They heard, seeing a gingerbread lady walk over with a clipboard and multiple paper sheets. "Carly and Snowy, right?"

"How did you know?!" Carly questioned with wide eyes.

"Christmas magic, kiddo. Now why don't you head on over there and meet some people?" The gingerbread lady answered, pointing over to the crowds.

Carly smiled before she and Snowy headed for the tables, Carly finding mini sausage rolls and taking one, though she didn't normally eat at night but she figured this was still going to be longer than a normal night yet, so she was willing to have a little bit to munch on.

"Hey… Carly, right?"

Carly turned around with her jaw still moving up and down as she chewed, seeing a bit a bit taller than her and about the same age, maybe a couple years younger.

"Yeah… what's your name?" Carly responded.

"Craig… Caril. I just… recognised you from school." Craig answered, Carly thinking for a moment.

"Oh yeah, of course, you're farmer boy! The one who put chicken soup in Mr. Gibson's tea!" Carly responded after a few moments, the two laughing.

"Yeah, that's me… so where's your snowman?" Craig replied, reaching past her to grab a mince pie.

"He's… that one. Snowy is nice… what about you?" Carly answered.

"He's off with the reindeer…" Craig replied, noticing the look on Carly's face. "Didn't you know? Santa himself is here…"

"He's… he's really here?!" Carly questioned with her eyes wide, Criag smiling.

"Hey, don't be so excited. He's here every year… stops to feed the reindeer and join in the celebration for a bit." Craig responded.

"Hm… what is there to do here? I mean… other than the party?" Carly questioned a few moments later.

A mischievous smirk appeared on Craig's face. "Come on… I know what we can do."

"Okay… I like that smile." Carly responded, knowing what Craig's smile meant as she knew the same one appeared on herself.

Time to get into all sorts of trouble.