A/N: Aha, summer vacation… during which I babysit and play video games. Besides that, I guess I'm back. Miss me? :)

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Jack spent four days trying to figure out what the hell Christmas was. When he found out the traditions and the decorations, and the festivities that went along with the holiday, he was excited to experience it. And to think! Only two days away. Jack felt more excited than most of the children in the area.

By now he'd forgotten all about Hush and had started speaking to the wind. It was his only company most of the time, and Jack discovered that the wind had quite the personality. Sometimes it would sweep him off his feet, literally, and throw him a good distance from where he'd been earlier perched. Jack smiled when he thought about it, about all the fun he had and the discovers he'd made.

"Christmas... two days," he said conversationally to a young boy. "That means, tomorrow is Christmas eve. Which is more important, right?"

The child did not respond.

Jack shrugged. "I suppose that's a yes. I don't know what I'm doing yet for Christmas. I really want a present, but..." he laughed. "My parents aren't... well..."

Jack trailed off, the smile disappearing. Why didn't he have parents? Was the Moon his father? Mother? What did being a parent even mean? He groaned at the headache that accompanied these questions. He had to sit down.

The snow was cold to touch. Jack thrived in it. He sunk down into bliss, savoring each snowflake as a source of comfort and protection. In the snow, he felt safe, he felt loved. But even as he thought snow was his only friend, the wind ruffled his hair and sent chills from head to toe. Jack was surrounded by caring entities. He buried himself deeper in the snow.

Someone would have tripped, but they walked through him. Jack winced at the uncomfortable sensation, and then three more people did the same thing. He stood up and ran away before that happened again. Only one more walked by, but he was glad to be spared the discomfort.

He picked up his staff and leaned against it, watching children play games with each other. It was a nice sight to behold. Jack wondered why they would grow up. He looked off to observe an adult, with sharper features and sadder eyes. But the children, the children wore happy smiles as their hair dripped with melted snow. Why would they want to grow up? Was it even a choice?

"Do you want to grow up?" Jack asked, kneeling down next to a short child. "Do you want to become an adult? Where will all of you go? Where will more children come from?"

He'd seen pregnant women, but didn't know what being pregnant meant. For all he could tell the woman simply had a large belly. It didn't seem strange to Jack, or at least, it didn't seem any stranger than everything else about human culture.

"Babies will become children," he murmured, half-answering his own question. "But..." Jack sighed and ceased his questioning. It was only irksome because he never received answers. As if these kids would know, anyway. They were all selfish and untrustworthy. Jack kicked the snow and flew away. He was afraid to leave town because he wanted to stay for Christmas, so he simply flew to a more secluded area where only the snow and wind could bother him.

Several times had Jack wondered whether or not animals could see him. He remembered that the deer were oblivious before, but still, could, for instance, rabbits, see him? He wasn't brave enough to test it. He was only a month and a half old, so his fear was understandable. Jack feared a lot of things. He usually let it get the better of him, even in situations that might seem fun.

"Am I afraid of rabbits now?" Jack asked himself. "There's no way... Jack Frost isn't afraid of anything. Why some little bunnies? That's dumb."

He trudged through the snow and found a few bushes laden with ice. There was no way bunnies would be over here, he thought. They were probably huddled up in some cave or a hole in the ground. Jack wondered how little animals stayed warm. Thankfully, that wasn't a problem for Jack. The heat was his weakness, but it was winter, and he wasn't expecting any sort of other conditions because he'd never experienced them.

"Mother," he sang absently, almost like a whisper, a hum. "Where are you..."

Jack scratched his back and felt the white cotton shirt rip. It was not only soaked through, but he'd been flying in it for weeks. The fabric was as thin as his hair, and was now only tattered cloth. He took it off and balled it up. The breeze felt nice on his bare skin. He looked down at his pants and felt them- completely fine, almost new. Nice leather. He decided that it was a good idea to keep them on, but he threw the shirt into the snow. This would be fine until he found another article. No one else ran around semi-naked. Just because people couldn't see him, didn't mean he had to be indecent. Besides, what if Bunnymund came back? How would he explain the absence of not only his vest and cloak, but his shirt too? Jack dully noted that he needed to find something.

The sky was turning orange. Jack yawned and started to head back to town; tomorrow was Christmas eve. Using his own brand of logic, the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner it would come. Maybe he would go back to the church, after all. It was peaceful and warm, in a good way.

Regardless, Jack flew back to the village rather than walking. He felt pretty tired and could not wait to see what tomorrow had in store for him. As this was, he fell asleep before even landing in the snow.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! And hello to the people who subscribed during the hiatus. How you found this buried in other fanfics amazes me, but thank you, ll the same.