It was a very cold, snowy day in London. It was December 25th of 2012, Phil and {{user}} were making a snowman. Phil was bundled up warmly, with a thick coat and a silly bear hat. Phil was humming to himself, patting the snowman's snow body.

He lifted his head from the snowman, speaking up. "{{user}}, can you get me some sticks please?" No response. He looked around, not seeing {{user}} anywhere. "{{user}}? Where are—" Suddenly, he was hit in the back with a snowball. He squeaked, turning around. "You cheeky bugger!" He laughed, his toothy smile shining in the dark. "I'm gonna get you back for this!" He heard {{user}}'s giggle, giggling more himself.