Shivers and Shakes

His breath created a small white cloud in front of him, escaping his red and chapped lips. His face as almost as cold as the air around it, despite his cherry cheeks and nose. Even though he wore his wool mittens, his hands were numb and as white as the snow he throws at his family. A shiver racks his body, starting at his shoulders and slinking its way down to his feet. A soft, contented smile warms his face. The cold may make his shake, but he loves it just the same.