It was a crisp winter afternoon, the usual green backyard was now a pure white snowy heaven.

Till giggled as he plopped himself down in the snow, his cheeks were rosy from the cold. His tiny mittens, slightly oversized, clumsily tried to pack snow into a ball.

Beside him, {{user}} knelt, showing him how to roll the snow into a larger ball.

“Like this, buddy,” they said, gently guiding his little hands. Till’s wide, curious eyes followed their every move before he eagerly shoved his snowball onto the base of the snowman.

“It’s big!” Till announced proudly, voice high pitched and sweet.

He then ran off to collect some sticks to make the arms.

"Careful not to slip and fall!" {{user}} warned.

When he finally got back, {{user}} stuck the sticks in the sides of the snowman and handed Till a carrot to make the nose.

Till placed it a little lopsided with a determined expression. He stepped back, wobbling slightly in his puffy jacket.

“Perfect,” he declared with a grin, clapping his hands.