Who's tired of this heat? Here's a little winter piece to keep at least your imagination cool! Christmas in July? Why not!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, or Winter Wonderland.
Warmth
Danny laughed as he and Sam nearly stumbled down the icy-stairs outside his house. His clumsiness seemed to know no seasonal boundaries. The two were in a good mood, having just finished Christmas Eve dinner at the Fentons, and were now bundled up in the warmth of their winter clothes and the memories of the cozy dinner. Danny pulled Sam into an embrace, and even through the chill tingling through his nose, her scent still overwhelmed his senses. He looked down into Sam's dark eyes, glowing and twinkling like the stars above on this clear winter night. Wordlessly, they intertwined their mitten-covered fingers and slowly meandered down the street, with no destination in mind except the enjoyment of each others company.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight.
Walking in a winter wonderland.
The full moon cast its soft light over a frozen world, the snow glistening like millions of diamonds. Cheery holiday lights shined from every home, and mixed with the moonlight to create rubies, emeralds, and sapphires scattered throughout the diamonds. This world of ice and jewels was silent, except the faint voices of a distant carol, singing a slow tune that floated around Danny and Sam.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Slowly the two lovebirds found themselves at the park. Its summery green hills were now mounds of pale blue, speckled with footprints from the frolics of children during the day. Sam released her grasp on Danny's hand and ran to the top of the highest hill, stumbling and giggling as Danny tried to catch up. When they reached the top, they found themselves King and Queen of a winter wonderland, and gazed at Amity Park snuggled in the snow. They could see City Hall also, and Danny's statue, protectively holding up a snowy globe.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.
Sam knelt down and began to scoop snow into a pile. Danny watched her curiously, and then joined in, adding to the pile, and the two slowly created a large snowball. They laughed as they worked under the moonlight, and piled two more balls of snow on top of the first one in decreasing sizes, eventually creating a somewhat unbalanced blank snowman. Sam snapped two twigs off a tree close-by, and presented it to the snowman as crooked arms. Danny stepped forward and dug three holes in the torso in place of coal buttons, and Sam did the same for the eyes, nose, and mouth. The silly grin on its face showed no complaint.
Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Sam laughed at the silly grin she had drawn. She thought for a moment, and then filled in the button-holes Danny had made, and replaced them with a deep DP emblem. She then erased the grin and drew in a serious expression with frowning eyebrows. As a final touch, she created a small snowball and put it in the snowman's left hand, balancing it precariously between twiggy fingers. Danny suddenly realized that she had effectively created a replica of himself and his statue, albeit chubby and lopsided, and broke down in laughter. Sam joined him, and they dropped to the blanket of snow, clutching their sides, and let their laughs be carried away through the frosty air.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
Until the other kids knock him down.
Finally, their giggles faded away, but their smiles still remained in their shimmering eyes. Danny was lying down on the snow, with Sam leaning over him, inches away from his face. Danny pushed a stray strand of her hair away from her face, gently brushing aside specks of snow. He slowly lifted himself up, and first tenderly kissed her forehead, and then her pink nose, and finally her lips. And suddenly the winter chill wasn't upon them anymore, as their hearts filled with warmth, and love for each other that would remain through many winter wonderlands.
When it snows, ain't it thrilling, ~*~
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
There you have it,
Short and sweet,
And hopefully something
To take your mind off this heat.
Why, you ask,
I am I talking in rhyme?
Good question, I say,
No I'm not.
