Jack Frost was a little peeved with December. (He had the temperament of an artist, after all.)
He had planned to start work in the forest two weeks ago. But December let the warm weather go on and on. Didn’t she know that he had to have cold? Didn’t she care about his schedule at all?
He needed to create his jeweled designs! He had orders from the Christmas elves for new ones, and they were up against an absolute deadline. They had brooches to make, and earrings and pins. She was holding up the whole show. His reputation was on the line.
December, of course, hadn’t forgotten Jack, or Christmas, or the elves. She laughed affectionately at his tantrums. Someday, she sighed to herself, he will learn to trust that all things happen just as they should.
But now his day had finally come, and Jack rushed in, his irritation replaced with excitement. He danced and laughed throughout the long night, tossing his frosty magic everywhere. And when the sun rose in the morning, all the world shimmered with Jack’s jeweled designs.
The Christmas elves flew in to collect them, giggling their ooohs and aahhhs at every turn. This was Jack’s finest work yet!
They returned to their workshop brimming with inspiration. They could hardly wait to fashion their wares.
And as Jack slipped away from the day’s warming sun, he whispered, “Thank you, December.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Frost,” December said. “You did a spectacular job.”