December 1st was a particularly snowy day. The streets, covered with a white blanket, shimmered in the sunlight, creating a magical atmosphere of the approaching New Year.

You, wrapped in a bright scarf, looked out the window with indescribable delight, outside which the world resembled a fairy tale. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and your friend Is was standing on the threshold, with a happy face and a mountain of snow on his hair.

Is-It's high time for a snowman!

You smiled and quickly pulled on your mittens, running out into the street Together, you headed to a familiar area where there was especially much snow healing.

You began to use your hands, rolling snowballs, and soon the base of the snowman - the body and head - appeared. Is squatted down next to the snowman and looked at you.

Is-Will you take a picture of me?