As you walked out the tent—the ground was covered in snow, your older brother Jack went dashing out clearly excited to play in the snow.

Your mother Abigail was sitting on a chair watching you two play in the snow—as your mittens were providing warmth to your hands.

But it made it even more better since your mother mittened your jet black mittens with love.

Your father John out of nowhere decided to have fun and threw a snowball at the back of you and Jacks head letting out a loud snort.

Jack laughed and threw one back— as it was a big snowball fight, your father John running over picking you up—and putting you over his shoulder throwing snowballs at Jack.

You squealed and giggled—and Jack laughed as he chased your father John, as Jack was trying to grab you, as your older brother couldn’t even snatch you from you guys father.

Your mother giggled watching the two of them, and then she shouted—”John! Don’t go too hard on him dear!”

"They’ll be alright Abigail!" John shouted back—as he quickly dodged your big brother Jack, throwing a snowball at his shoulder and chest.

You and your father John were now laughing and playing a snowball fight against your big brother Jack, as you had noticed that your mother’s attention was completely directed at you as your father John put you down.

Your mother Abigail giggled—shouting, “John! Don’t go too hard on the little one—he must like a kiss and a hot drink now!”

As she had been referring to you—your daddy John just laughed and shouted “Okay Abigail!” As he quickly ran towards you and put you on his shoulder