hattedclairvoyant:

Very seriously, or as seriously as the 12 year old can get. Which was a surprising amount.

“Sure! That sounds like fun, d’you celebrate ‘em on the same day?” Maybe she could just come earlier and then be home by dinner. That would be a very busy holiday, but fun, by the sound of it. 

She swayed her head side to side, “well, yeah, lots’f food, lots’f company. Sometime’s it’s like a lil gathering in Snowman. People come by ‘n’ we all just celebrate together, but w’never have that much food, it’s more like a snack table… ‘Least till most go ‘n’ it’s just me ‘n’ my parents.” Only then was it time for a good meal. 

“The c-celebration–I-it’s all w-week,” He explained. Therefore, in reality Anna could stop by whenever she wanted to. That saying, she would have to get up the mountain unless they moved down for once.

He would ask around.

“G-gathering?” That sounded fun, maybe he could bring some food over if he got permission to. “S-so you g-get to m-meet a bunch of p-people?” Snowman was not a very big town if he recalled, but still.

That must have been many people. He stopped walking. The foundation for the snowman was good. With careful hands, he smoothed off any extra snow, time to make the middle of it. “D-Do you p-play games or anyth-thing?”

They battled and ran, but there was no only fifteen…sixteen, sixteen of them. Seventeen if he counted the ghost, but–