[There's nothing more magical than a child's first white Christmas...even if it can only be white in dreams.
As a matter of fact, this would be Sora's first snowy day ever. Winter on the islands didn't amount to much, and snow seemed like a thing of fairy tales, especially to the kids. It's no surprise that the child's eyes are wide with wonder as he shuffles through the streets of the city, hardly noticing the fact that his coat is a bit too big for him and that his hair (and everything else) is slowly but surely getting covered in globs of snow.
Now he's found a clear spot, and is making a big pile of snow, trying to shape it into a nice circle before shoveling more on top of that with his gloved hands. Is...is he trying to make a snowman?
Maybe someone should teach him how to do it the right way...]
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As a matter of fact, this would be Sora's first snowy day ever. Winter on the islands didn't amount to much, and snow seemed like a thing of fairy tales, especially to the kids. It's no surprise that the child's eyes are wide with wonder as he shuffles through the streets of the city, hardly noticing the fact that his coat is a bit too big for him and that his hair (and everything else) is slowly but surely getting covered in globs of snow.
Now he's found a clear spot, and is making a big pile of snow, trying to shape it into a nice circle before shoveling more on top of that with his gloved hands. Is...is he trying to make a snowman?
Maybe someone should teach him how to do it the right way...]