Tim

Tim could not believe it. Overnight, the world had changed from a grey, dark mess to a beautiful white wonderland. He stroled outside onto the snow and stared at it in wonder. Tim had always seen things like it in the ten years that he had been living in Mexico, and he did think that he would see it again. He spun around in the swirling white but exlebrated it when he fell over. He got up slowly, hoping every body had seen him. Tim's loving little sister came sprinting out into the street, screaming with excitement. She begged him to help her make a snowman so they knelt on the pavement and started to scoop up as much snow as they could into a pail. After about an hour, the snowman was tall and Tim was warm. He carefully stepped over the ice, back into the house for some hot chocolate.