It was a wonderful Christmas Eve, the ground getting a new five inches of snow in the morning, and the harsh air nipping at your nose in a feeling that was strangely pleasant. The shouts and cries of children could be heard everywhere as they engaged in the usual activities like sledding, snowman making, and snowball fight. One group of fun makers did all three of those things. Will and Robby and Jack had gone to the park as usual, but this time used the snow in everything the could. The first thing the trio did, was build a snowman. With Will making the largest bottom part, Jack making the torso of the man, and young Robby compressing the head, it was soon finished. Robby got picked up by Jack to stick the long, seemingly perfect, carrot firmly into the middle of the face. Will helped Robby find a few small rocks and two big ones for the eyes. They lined up six small rocks in a curve to make a smile. Then they took two sticks that broke of into three branches at the end and stuck them in the middle part of the snowman.
"Hey Robby," called Will. "Do you want to bring the snowman to my house. We can decorate it there. If we leave it here, some other people might accidentally knock it down."
"OK," Robby answered. "But how will we get it to your house."
"I was wondering that myself, Will," asked Jack.
"You'll see," Will said to Jack. Then he turned his attention back to Robby, "Do you have a sled?"
"Yes, three of them."
"Can we get one of them."
"Sure, all three of them, right dad?"
"Yup," Jack replied.
They all lined up and started the walk to Jack's house to get the sleds. It was a medium sized house, with a long stone path, now buried under the snow, leading to the porch in front of the house. At the start of the path, there was a blue gate, some of it turned white from the snow, that was closed. To the right of the gate was a driveway leading to a closed garage door. Robby opened the gate, rushed to the garage, and opened a small box next to it. He punched in the code and the garage door opened slowly with a low hum. He ran in and started struggling with the sleds, trying to get them down off the shelf.
"Let me help you with that." Jack grabbed the sleds and pulled them down.
"Now let's go back to the park," said Will.
"Hey Robby," called Will. "Do you want to bring the snowman to my house. We can decorate it there. If we leave it here, some other people might accidentally knock it down."
"OK," Robby answered. "But how will we get it to your house."
"I was wondering that myself, Will," asked Jack.
"You'll see," Will said to Jack. Then he turned his attention back to Robby, "Do you have a sled?"
"Yes, three of them."
"Can we get one of them."
"Sure, all three of them, right dad?"
"Yup," Jack replied.
They all lined up and started the walk to Jack's house to get the sleds. It was a medium sized house, with a long stone path, now buried under the snow, leading to the porch in front of the house. At the start of the path, there was a blue gate, some of it turned white from the snow, that was closed. To the right of the gate was a driveway leading to a closed garage door. Robby opened the gate, rushed to the garage, and opened a small box next to it. He punched in the code and the garage door opened slowly with a low hum. He ran in and started struggling with the sleds, trying to get them down off the shelf.
"Let me help you with that." Jack grabbed the sleds and pulled them down.
"Now let's go back to the park," said Will.
