When the snows blow wild
And the day grows old
Beware the snow man my child.
Beware the snowman.
He brings the cold.
(Jane's Pov)
Why did that rhyme return to me?
It was a rhyme my mother used to whisper to me when I was a little girl. I could almost hear moms soft voice, a voice I haven't heard since I was five.
Mom died when I was five and I went to live with my aunt Greta. I'm twelve now, and my aunt never read that rhyme to me.
So what made it run through my mind as Aunt Greta and I climbed out of the van and gazed at our snow covered new home?
