There had always been something about Crystal Green. Ever since she was a little girl, strange things seemed to happen when she was around.
Probably the strangest thing of note happened one Christmas Eve.
Crystal had spent all day outside in the deep fresh snow. The bottom of her jeans had soaked up the moisture from the soft white blanket that had covered her garden path. The sleeves of her pink woollen cardigan that her aunt had made her had been rolled up so that she could concentrate on the job at hand.
It had taken her all day. Her cheeks were rosy from all of her hard work. But when she took a step back, she saw her fine creation.
He was six feet tall with big buttons that Crystal had found in her grandmother’s sewing box, in a line down his front. He had two almost perfectly spherical lumps of coal for eyes and a great big knobbly carrot for his nose.
Crystal had sneaked into the kitchen and borrowed one of her mother’s rusty red saucepans. She had to stand on a bucket to place it on top of his head, but now that it was there she was proud.
He was almost perfect. But there was something missing. He needed something…
As fast as a spark she ran from the fading light of the garden, burst through the bright red front door, raced up the stairs to the third floor and found what she was looking for in the dusty cobweb covered attic.
There amongst the old toys and the never opened boxes she saw it; her grandfather’s suitcase.
Crystal dragged the bulging case out into the centre of the room and brought it to rest on the circular woven rug under the scarlet light that streamed through the oval stained glass window.
She clicked the locks open and rummaged through the cracked leather case. It wasn’t the first time she had stolen a few minutes with her grandfather’s most prized possessions. She adored pushing her strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes and roving over these mysterious objects. But there was no time for that now. She knew exactly what she was looking for.
Her hands dug deep and her fingers closed around her treasure of the moment and off she went back out into the cold.
Carefully and proudly she wrapped Gramps’ red and brown striped scarf around the snowman’s shoulders and tied it tightly so it rested perfectly on his pale chest.
Her feet crunched on the yielding snow as she backed away from her finished masterpiece. She smiled.
The light from the house swiped across his eyes of coal making them glisten. Crystal thought this made him look more alive than just a statue of frozen water.
She looked deeply into his shining eyes and for a moment the world seemed to go quiet. The wind that had been rattling the trees seemed to diminish just as the noise coming from the loud television inside the house vanished from her ears.
Crystal continued to stare into the sparkling lumps of coal until something moved in the corner of her eye. It drew her attention for the tiniest of seconds and brought all sound back to the garden.
She shook her head. And with her eyes facing the ground she laughed. It was such a silly idea; nothing more than a silly idea.
But all of her silliness ceased. A heavy white hand took hold of her shoulder. She stopped. She slowly lifted her head.
He was alive.
She pulled in a deep long breath of shock and wonderment which left her mouth gaping for a long time. But there was no doubting it, there could be no mistake. He was alive…