In a snowy village, there was a little boy named Max. Max was two years old, and he loved winter. He wore his soft blue coat and warm red mittens. He liked to feel the fluffy snow under his tiny boots.
One day, Max looked outside. "Snow, snow!" he shouted with joy. The world was white and sparkly. Max wanted to play. He grabbed his little sled. "Sledding time!" he said, smiling wide.
Max climbed up a small hill with his mommy. "Push me, please!" he giggled. Down he went, sliding fast! "Weee!" he laughed. The cold wind tickled his cheeks.
After sledding, Max and Mommy made a snowman. "Snowman, snowman!" Max cheered. They rolled big snowballs. "This is the body! This is the head!" Max said, clapping his hands. They found two small stones for the eyes and a carrot for the nose. "Hello, Snowman!" said Max. The snowman smiled back.
Next, Max saw a big piece of paper on the table. "Let's make art!" he said. Mommy gave him blue and white crayons. Max drew the snow and the snowman. "Look, Mommy! My winter!" he said proudly.
The sun began to set, turning the sky pink and orange. “Time for hot cocoa!” Mommy said. Max sipped his warm drink. “Yum! Winter is fun!” he giggled.
Winter brought snow, fun, and warmth with Mommy. Max smiled, cuddled close, feeling happy inside.
“Winter is wonderful!” he whispered.
