Aldwyn loved Christmas. He might not have had it all of his life, but he loved it. As he awoke to the smell of cookies and pine, he let his gaze drift out the window. He did a double take when he saw that snow was gently falling outside. He quickly hoped out of bed and ran to wake Skylar and Gilbert.
"No, I didn't eat it," Gilbert murmured in his sleep, as Aldwyn shook him.
"Get up!" He shouted in his friend's ear.
Skylar entered the room, her wings on her hips. "Aldwyn you'll wake everyone!" She exclaimed accusingly.
"It's snowing," he said childishly. He expected her to role her eyes, but instead a smile spread on her face.
"Gilbert, wake up!" They shouted together.
As the three of them raced outside happily throwing snowballs at each other, they almost missed the giant message that had been dug in the thick layer of snow around their lawn.
"What do you think it means?" Gilbert asked, as they approached.
"Exactly what it says." Skylar told him.
Aldwyn took a breath and read the message. "Merry Christmas, Corliss Kat."