Its the middle of winter, and he just left Claus's sled. Flying past kids windows he spreads frost over them, making fun little patterns, and occasionally stopping to say hi and mess with the kids that recognize him. He hums.

"Started snowing pretty early this year."

He makes his way to a window sill yo take a break and sits against it, looking up at the moon staff in hand. He looks over his shoulder. This isn't the room of a child, there's an older teen, maybe young adult here. Most adults stop believing in him as soon as they hit puberty. He snickers, bug waves his staff over the window to make a small floral design. He drags his finger along the glass, making finer details. He pauses when Aster calls for him to come back to the sled.

"I'm comin' Bunny."

He picks up his staff