It is after midnight on Christmas Eve, and the streets are quiet. The snow has stopped falling, and the moon casts its silvery light across the city. Most people are at home, asleep in their beds, but there are still a few brave souls out and about. Among them is a snowman, who stands silently in the corner of a park. He is dressed in a scarf and a woolen hat, with a carrot nose and coal eyes. He seems to be waiting for something.