In the city of Winterville, the first snow of Christmas was starting. Dancing in the wind among the graceful flakes was one old silk hat. Walking along the ground was one grouchy young woman named Holly. She watched as the wind blew the hat to and fro as it descended onto a snowy bank. Then a torrent of magic swirled the pile of snow, transforming and shaping it into Frosty the Snowman!

Frosty dusted himself off a bit, adjusted his hat, and smiled.

"That was my best landing yet," He said proudly. He spotted Holly watching him, gobsmacked.

"Hello," Frosty said to them and approached, asking, "Did you need my help?"

"No," Holly said, pointing at him, "But you must be Frosty."

He chuckled, "You must have heard of me."

She was then intrigued, "Wait, did you say you were here to help me?"

"I sure am," Frosty said, "I've been told you lost your Christmas spirit."

Holly seemed hesitant to respond.

Frosty asked, "Are you ready to reclaim it?"

"Oh no," Holly reassured, "I don't need that thank you. I think you have the wrong person; I still have my Christmas spirit."

Frosty looked around as Holly tried to walk away.

Frosty chuckled, "Well, there's no one else here, silly."

"Right," Holly said and then asked, "But perhaps you just need to look around town?"

Frosty gave it some thought and asked, "Can you show me around so I can better assess the situation?"

"Of course," Holly said, "Come on!"

Frosty then followed Holly into Winterville.