All through the night, Jack mantled roof tops with an icy prelude of days ahead. With the swooshing of a magical hand, he turned a dull darkness into sparkling lights, and whilst we slept, he plummeted the temperature into a bitter freeze.
He sprinkled silvery ice in his wake, and quietly creeping up to night windows, lovely pictures he drew.
Nothing escaped him, not even a spider web.
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