Four boys go out in soft snow. They are four years old. They hold hands and walk slow. The sky is pale. The day is short. The ground is white and cold.
Sam has red boots. Liam has a blue hat. Ben has warm gloves. Max has a tiny scarf. They laugh. Their breath makes small clouds. Snow drops on their hair. The sun feels weak but kind.
They see a pine tree. Snow sits like a white hat on the tree. "Look," says Sam. "It is so soft." They touch the snow. It is cold. It melts on their hands. They feel a tickle and smile.
They build a small snow man. They take turns. Liam rolls the ball. Ben lifts it. Max pats it gently. Sam gives it a leaf for a smile. The snow man is small and kind.
Their cheeks are pink. A warm coat keeps them cozy. A cup of soup waits at home. They run a little. They play a quiet game of tag. No one runs too far. They stay near each other.
Night comes soon. The sky turns deep blue. Stars peep out. The boys go in. A soft lamp waits. A mother hugs each boy. They sip warm soup. They wear warm socks. They listen to a calm song. They close their eyes while the house hums like a soft drum.
They feel safe and brave. They learned that winter can be soft and warm when friends are near.
Moral: Winter brings quiet joy when we share warmth and small brave steps.
