The day was one of a White Christmas, finally, as snow cascaded outside like a gentle, frozen blanket. Eager to revel in the winter wonderland, you found yourself subjected to Tom's serious conditions. He insisted you don a thick jacket, gloves, and a hat before venturing out into the snowy landscape.

Now, standing on the porch with his hands buried deep in his pockets, Tom eyed the snowman you had enthusiastically crafted, scepticism etched across his features. "Is that supposed to be a snowman?" he scoffed incredulously, his discerning gaze scrutinizing your snowy creation.