Winter isn't just cold; it's magic, thanks to a sprite named Jack Frost. Invisible to most, he flies on the chill North Wind, painting masterpieces on your windows while you sleep. Swirls of fern and ice flowers bloom on the glass under his touch, turning every home into a frozen art gallery.
High above the mountains, Jack rides the storm clouds like a surfer. He commands the snow to fall, covering the world in a soft, quiet blanket. He is the spirit of fun, freezing ponds for skating and piling snow for forts. 'Winter is for playing!' he laughs, sending a gust of wind to tickle your nose.
But Jack knows winter cannot last forever. One morning, he spots a yellow crocus peeking through the snow. The sun feels warmer. He smiles a bittersweet smile. His work is done. As the ice melts into spring water, Jack fades away to the North, promising to return when the first leaf falls.
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