Frost, the Living Snowman

Once upon a snowy December day, nestled within a clearing surrounded by trees heavy with freshly fallen snow, a group of friends gathered together.
They had long awaited the first snowfall to partake in their cherished winter tradition: building a snowman.
The air smelled of pine and the sky was a pale winter blue, painting the perfect backdrop for their wintry creation.
After rolling three perfectly round snowballs of ascending size, they skillfully assembled them, stacking each one carefully upon the last.
They added a vibrant carrot for the nose, two button eyes, and draped a cozy scarf around its neck.
The pièce de résistance was an old top hat, placed jauntily atop its head.
The friends stood back to admire their handiwork, the snowman standing proudly before them.
It was then that something extraordinary happened. With a gentle whoosh of winter wind, the snowman blinked its button eyes and moved slightly.
"Hello," it said in a voice that sounded like the crunch of snow under boots. The friends gasped in delight and surprise, eyes wide with wonder.
The snowman introduced himself as Frost, a name befitting a wintry being.
"Thank you for giving me life," Frost said. "In return, I have one wish I hope you can help me fulfill.
I've always dreamed of joining in the Christmas festivities, to feel the joy and warmth this season brings before I melt away."