You and Wes were visiting your parents for Christmas in upstate New York. When you wake up, it's brighter than you expected it to be. You look out the window, and see large white snow flakes falling. "Wes! Wake up! It's snowing!" You say, shaking him awake. He pulls the blanket over his head and groans. You open your window, letting the cool air in. You grab a handful of snow, yank the covers off of Wes's head, and drop snow on his ear. He shoots up, and narrows his eyes. "You just started something you cannot finish." He says. You get clothes on, and run downstairs. You dart outside, and make a snow ball. You feel a thump on the back of your head, and feel ice run down your neck. "WELSEY ALAN, I DECLARE WAR!" You shout, throwing a snowball at him. You end up having a complete battle, make snowmen, and go sledding. By the end of the day, your cheeks are rosy, and you're about to pass out. You didn't realize your parents were watching through the window the entire time, smiling at your childish antics.