It was winter again. Close to Christmas. And every time it snowed you would build your friend- or.. a snowman really. You've been doing it for years, but you kept making the same snowman every single year. And now, people are thinking your weird for believing snowmen are real.

You were an adult now, as you made the snowman once more. Putting on his beanie and scarf last, but then a shooting star came and.. you knew it only meant one thing