Ever wonder where the tradition of trying to eat snowflakes came from?

Jack sat crouched on the fence in Jamie's yard. His blue eyes sparkled as he viewed his work; a picture perfect scene of a snow covered town.

Jack had made a few rush trips to make it on time to play with Jamie. He knew that Sweden would call him up soon on the small dusting he'd given it, despite the fact that it'd asked specifically for a good snowstorm. But Jack knew that would take too long and besides, his snowflake supply was getting low. He has to make every design himself, everyone of them different. No too snowflakes were the same. It was a hard reputation to keep but he was proud of it.

Jamie's door opened and Jack's first believer jumped out. Jamie's eyes were wide in amazement at the snow. Then he saw Jack sitting on his fence.

"Jack!" Jamie yelled, excited at seeing his winter friend. He raced over to the fence, almost tripping over himself in his excitement. His hat tipped over dangerously and threatened to fall off. Jamie managed to keep his hat on and soon stood under Jack's part of the fence.

"Hey, kiddo. How's it going?" Jack grinned. He loved being seen, it always gave him a thrill.

"I'm awesome! Can we have a snowball fight?" Jack smiled at Jamie's response. Jamie was rankled about the fact that, to date, no one had landed a hit on the professional snowball-fighter. The only one in the world, as Jack claimed.

Jack chuckled. "Sure, kid. But let me give this place a nice dusting, we need some good snow." Jack hopped off the fence, waving his staff. He called the winds, making them swirl, cooling down and crystallizing. Soon big fluffy flakes began to fall from the puffy clouds above.

Jamie watched the snowflakes as they fell around him joyfully. Then he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, trying to catch a snowflake.

"Whoa, Jamie. What're you doing?" Jack asked, puzzled. He thought he was the only one that ate snowflakes.

"Trying to catch snowflakes. They're hard to catch," Jamie said quickly, returning to walking around with his mouth open to catch the snow. He would be cross-eyed after this, the way his eyes felt right now.

Jack stared at Jamie in surprise. "I thought I was the only one who ate snowflakes. Are they yummy to you too?"

Jamie gave the winter spirit an odd glance. "Yummy? Uh I guess. They taste like water I think. Why? What do they taste like to you?"

"Like holly and peppermint and snowdrifts and evergreen leaves. Everything winter. Does that answer your question?" Jack answered honestly as possible. It was hard to say what snowflakes tasted like.

Jamie only looked confused. "You actually eat snowflakes for real? So they're like winter spirit food?"

"Um. Yeah?"

"Oh. Cool."

A moment of silence. Then Jack suddenly reveals a cache of snowballs and yells-

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!"

Yay. First one with Jamie!

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