The Jack FrostE

The Jack FrostE

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Just imagine. Your a wealthy business man of a successful snow plowing company. Your 7 year old daughter comes to your house for Christmas. Your sound asleep in bed until a sound comes from the roof. You and your daughter rush out of bed and run outside. A man falls off your roof. Your hair tuns white, your eyes are blue, your skin is pale. You go from strong to skinny, and tall to short. You go to a rich business man to a boy who's job is to spread snow and winter fun. You are Jack Frost. Now Jack must keep he's secret, must find a Mrs.Frost, and still have rights to see his daughter all while spreading winter joy throughout the world. If not he could vanish forever. Based on the Disney Movie "The Santa Clause."
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