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Happy After Thanksgiving! :)
It's Thanksgiving, but what was he thankful for?
In his beginning lonely years as a winter spirit, or a ghost as some people called things like himself, he had absolutely nothing to be thankful for. But if someone where to force him to choose something, he would have probably chosen to be thankful for having the ability to make kids have fun.
Tonight, all the children were inside their nice, warm homes eating holiday dishes like turkey, gravy, pumpkin pie... yuummm... pie...
His stomach growled at him. He usually tried to stay away from the houses because all the delicious-smelling foods made him extremely hungry. However, sometimes going near houses could not be helped unless he wanted to stay in the middle of the woods...alone...like always...
The streets were bare and dark with the exception of the soft, firelight glow from the houses. Clouds covered the moon like a mask, letting no light out, and covering up the bright stars.
Jack wandered across the roads of his birthplace, kicking stones with his bare feet and leaving frost footprints in his wake. His staff leaned against one of his hunched shoulders, bobbing up and down occasionally with the wind. The winter boy sighed, his heart beating something terrible, like a worn out drum.
Thanksgiving was meant to be spent with your friends and family, thanking and giving. It was meant for people to reflect back on what they have been given in life and be thankful for what they've got because once it's gone, it may never come back. Well, Jack didn't have neither family, friends nor anything to be thankful for, so he spent this day of thanks by himself, wandering aimlessly around his birthplace.
Jack would've walked straight into the wall of a house if it weren't for his amazing reflexes. He cursed himself silently for his distractedness. The wind curled around his body, chuckling at his near head on collision. "Oops," was all he said.
Just as began to turn around, he heard a deep voice of a man within the warm walls, in a place that Jack Frost just wouldn't - couldn't go. "Jack, what are you thankful for?"
Jack Frost froze. What? Was the man talking to him? Did he just ask him, an invisible spirit a question? What was he, Jack Frost, thankful for? The winter spirit was about to open his mouth and answer, but stopped just as another voice piped up.
"I'm thankful for you, Daddy!" cried the man's son. "And I'm thankful for Mommy, too! And I'm thankful for my family. And I'm thankful for my friends!"
"That's very nice, Jack," the father replied. Jack Frost could imagine the father ruffling the child's head right now. "Mommy and I are very thankful for you, too."
"And we will always be around for you, Jack," the another added, unknowingly adding to the sadness of another Jack. "Because you're our little Jack."
That was when Jack Frost left before his lonely heart could break any more. He simply turned around and left without a word. His heart ached as he berated himself silently. How could he be so stupid as to think that the father was talking to him? No one talks to him. He had no friends. He had no family. No mother. No father. Nothing.
His feet pounded the ground, each step making delicate, but sharp, patterns. Then something shiny caught his eye. Slowly and cautiously, he walked towards the reflected light, his staff in his hands.
He stopped at a cloth bag covered in holes. Whatever he was searching for was in this very bag. Putting down his staff, he untied the worn out string around its opening. The string snapped in half, brittle under his icy cold hands. He froze for a second but then proceeded in opening the bag. It wasn't like anyone was coming for it or else they would have kept it somewhere safer than in the dirt and cold.
He didn't know what he expected. All he knew was that he didn't expect to see a sowing kit. The reflected light he was following a minute ago came from a pair of scissors. They were dull and cracked but still completely usable. He emptied the bag's contents on the ground. There were cloths, buttons, needles, thread, and other things. Who in their right of mind would waste these things? He sighed.
Suddenly, his puzzled expression changed into one of happiness. Since he had no friends, no family, then he would have to make some.
So, what was he thankful for?
Jack smiled as he looked at his creations.
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