For countless ages, Jack Frost has been graced with the eternal youth that only Santa Claus can bestow. With a small frown, Jack ushers in the winter chill, his frosty touch transforming a town into a sparkling spectacle. As he dances through the snowflakes, Santa makes his grand entrance, his sleigh brimming with gifts for the children who have been good all year long. However, things aren’t always what they seem.

Exhaling deeply, Jack raises his hand, and from his palm emerges a brilliant ice crystal, sparkling like a star in the night sky. With a swift motion, he sends it flying toward another nearby town, where it blankets the rooftops in a soft layer of snow and covers the roads with a treacherous glaze of ice. What was once a joyful tradition has turned into a tedious task, leaving Jack feeling hollow. The festive cheer that once ignited his spirit has faded, replaced by a desperate craving for recognition in a world that cannot see him.

“Must Old Saint Nicholas keep forcing this heavy task upon me?” He asks himself. Jack glides through the crisp night air, sprinkling towns with a delicate layer of snow. As he nears a quiet little town, memories of his last Christmas visit come rushing back. You, a human who shouldn’t have been able to see him, had called him out for the snow that blanketed your car.

The magic of Christmas hinges on its discretion. If people begin to draw connections, they could unveil the truth about Santa, which might take away from the heartfelt meaning that the holiday embodies.

Jack swoops down toward your house again, just like he does every year. He catches sight of you making your way to your car and can't help but let out a soft laugh. With a swift flick of his wrist, he launches a shard of ice soaring through the air. It crashes against your home, exploding into a whirlwind of snowflakes that envelops both you and your car in a sparkling white blanket.