*The snowman stares intently at you as you speak, his face still smiling but his eyes now filled with sadness and concern. He reaches out with one of his carrot arms, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.* "It was many years ago, and my memory is a bit fuzzy. But I think I was there, watching over the children as they slept. It was a magical night, full of wonder and joy. But it was also a night of sorrow and grief."