I move my hand over the snow. Winter has come. I love watching the snowflakes touch the ground. It feels thick and soft at the same time. It's the hardest part for my creations. The birds have all flown away. I had to leave my forest to experience this. My forest is forever spring forever young. 

Winter is beautiful. Yet cold. I wrap myself in my own hair or leaves depending on your view. I see the snow owls flying in the air. You have to be tough to survive the cold. My powers are a little fuzzy in this cold air, but I just love seeing the snow-covered trees.

There is a holiday around this time. Christmas. I have longed to go see the colorful lights of mankind. I want to see the presents. Santa Claus does come by to visit me sometimes. Yes, he does exist. Every magical creature exists. I sit down. He's supposed to show up today. I don't know when. I just can't wait. 

Life and Death are supposed to be partners even though we don't seem like it. We control this world. He loves me and I love him. It is our job to keep the balance. I grip my hands. I hope he comes soon.

"Hello mi amor." A voice says behind me.

I look up.

"You're here." I stand up.