A loud thump echoed, followed by a splash. A small head peeped above the large white pile and gazed upon the sky as it was starting to snow. The cute despise in the half closed, squinted eyes of a victim that just got hit by a snowball. Howling wind and whizzing ice balls causing fire on our cheeks. Running back and forth, making forts — just having fun. I look forward to our Christmases.