Amelie rubbed her eyes and peeked through the frosted window, her breath fogging the glass. Elia and Noah joined her, their eyes widening at the sight of a world turned white overnight. "It's snowed!" Amelie exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and wonder.

Elia packed snow into a firm ball, while Noah toddled around, giggling as he collected small twigs for arms. Amelie found a carrot in the kitchen and placed it carefully on their snowman’s face. "He needs eyes," Elia suggested, handing small stones to Amelie.

Noah yawned widely, his eyes heavy with sleep. Amelie led them back inside, leaving the snowman standing proudly in the yard. "Let's take a nap," she suggested, and the three siblings curled up under warm blankets, quickly drifting into dreams.

Noah was the first to stir, his small voice breaking the silence. "What's that noise?" Amelie and Elia sat up, listening intently. When no answer came from their parents, the siblings tiptoed into the living room, their curiosity piqued.

Amelie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "He's cold," Elia whispered, understanding dawning on him. The children hurried to their parents' closet, gathering scarves, gloves, and hats. They dressed the snowman with care, wrapping him in warmth.

Noah was the first to notice, his small face filled with disappointment. Amelie placed a comforting arm around him, her voice soft. "He was happy," she reassured, and Elia nodded, a smile breaking through his sleepy expression. Together, they gathered the clothes, knowing their snowman would always be a cherished memory.