A quick note about the previous chapter, I don't think the Yule Log was ever an American tradition for Christmas but I didn't have internet access when I wrote that to look up something more fitting. What I did have was a Christmas then and now newspaper article. Of course, this being Montreal, they're French Canadians traditions. I'm just going to use the "Jack's village was close enough to French held territories to have picked up some French traditions" excuse.


Easter morning brought its share of teeth as children around the world hunted for eggs in not always safe locations. Tooth did not think Bunny ever hid them somewhere dangerous, but that did not keep children from looking. She fluttered around her Palace, giving orders to her fairies. She did not notice Bunny's arrival until he spoke.

"Happy Easter, Tooth."

She turned around with a smile as Bunny held a basket up for her. She flew to him and hugged him.

"Everything went well?"

"Mostly. Looks like we have a new winter spirit. Those are nothing but troubles."

"A new seasonal spirit?" she said, excited. "Is it a fairy?"

"No, it's a white haired boy. Looks sixteen or seventeen. You would like him; he has the whitest teeth I've ever seen. I swear they sparkle."

"Really? Oh, I just have to meet him."

Bunny looked irritated, muttering about how the world could do without more cold and death and that's all winter spirits bring with them.

"You look tired, Bunny. You should go sleep."

"I'm just going to wish Sandy a happy Easter, than I will."

She hugged him one more time and promised herself to go visit that winter spirit as soon as she could.

But for now, more teeth needed collecting.


North always insisted they come over to the North Pole on Christmas morning. Christmas was about family, he said, and they were like a family. Bunny would grumble that he did not bother anyone about coming to the Warrens for Easter and the two would argue about the importance of their respective Holiday. Tooth smiled fondly as she watched them.

"So? Met our new snowflake yet?" Bunny asked after giving up the argument.

"Snowflake? Oh, you mean the new spirit you told me about? No, I didn't see him."

At this, Sandy raised a finger and the form of a boy holding a shepherd's crook appeared above his head. Tooth guessed it must be him.

"You met him, Sandy?"

The little man nodded.

"Are his teeth really that white?"

Sandy placed his raised finger on his lips as he thought. Then he smiled and nodded at her.

If she did not have so much work, she would fly out to go see for herself.


"Hey, North, I heard there was quite a storm over the colonies tonight. It's still raging, actually." Bunny said as he arrived for their Christmas celebration.

"That's because your little winter spirit decided that Christmas night was good time for big storm."

"He's not my winter spirit, mate. And I told you he would be nothing but troubles."

"Really, guys, he can't be that bad, can he?" Tooth interrupted. "I mean... he has really white teeth."

They did not look like they considered this a redeeming quality.


Her fairies encountered him every now and then. Most often near that village he seems to call home, but he could be found all around the world. No matter the circumstances, they always came back to her to tell her lovingly about how bright his smile was and how his teeth sparkled like freshly fallen snow. They were willing to forgive whatever trouble he might have caused them.

Tooth kept telling herself that she would go meet him herself, but in the end it took the threat of Pitch to get her to come out of her Tooth Palace and meet the boy.