Jack Frost was here...

... he came down South and left his calling card on the bushes:

the trees:

and on the grass:

Come along, Gizzy, just follow my footsteps in the "crunchy" grass!

What's this mama?

Why, Gizzy, that's ice on the road - be careful - it's very slippery!

It looks very sparkly, mommy, but it feels cold on my feet!

(Watch out, mommy, don't slip and break your fake hips!)

Thank you, Jack Frost, that'll do!

Now, could you please ask Old Man Winter to send some snowflakes my way?

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