He moved his arms a few more times until the wings were formed, then he mimicked her motions, sliding his legs in and out like she told him to make the lower half. Tilting his head, he watched her as she made her own snow angel, happily smiling at her. "Children create them? Are we the only adults who participate in this?" Because human Christmas and Winter activities were much different from his world. There was no Great-father Winter, though he had seen a large tree on the television set up in New York City and half wondered if they should port there to pick up presents that Great-father Winter would set up for them on Christmas Eve.
He'd even considered baking Winter Veil cookies and making Spiced Apple Cider, but he wasn't sure if his cooking was leveled that high.