It was Christmas once more. The smallest snowflakes touched the ground and piled up to cover the soil. Jack Frost was present as every child played in the snow. The laugher filled his ears like music, but the very sight of you made him quiver ironically. Not from the cold. He hopped to you, the ground did not leave any footprints. His cool presence tickled your flesh, but he remained unseen in your eyes. Every night, during winter, he would do this. His face merely inches away from yours. He nipped your nose with gentle teeth as you giggled. He loved it.