Jack Frost

Jack Frost is traditionally said to leave the frosty, fern-like patterns on windows on cold winter mornings (window frost or fern frost) and nipping the extremities in cold weather. He is sometimes described or depicted with paint brush and bucket colouring the autumnal foliage red, yellow, brown, and orange.

Jack's appearance can vary from tale to tale, although he is commonly depicted as having icy dark blue hair, striking blue eyes, and pale bluish skin. He has a tall stature, albeit quite slim. His clothing is a pale shirt, small branches of leaves collecting around the ring of the collar and other areas, and trousers bound with darker material starting from the knee down to the rather tattered and frayed bottom. He carries around a magical staff with a G-shaped arch, resembling a shepherd's crook. It is Jack's gateway to help him unleash his powers of conjuring snow, ice, and frost as well as allowing him to fly.

As the manifestation of winter, Jack Frost is capable of manipulating ice and snow. He is the spirit of mischief and chaos personified. Jack is both the Spirit of Fun and Winter, but is a surprisingly powerful and a cunning trickster. His task is to make children have fun, while bringing joy and fun times with Winter and snow days, thereby making them happy and bolstering their faith. As the Spirit of Fun, Jack can bewitch others with feelings of fun, joy, and laughter with his snowballs or even his snowflakes. Jack Frost has a special kinship among the world of leaves. He can command the leaves of any tree or plant (other than Mandrake) and use them as spies to keep watch. They can change colour, fly and even return to their tree if he tells them. They speak to Jack as though he were one of them and revere the spirit as a king.

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Christmas Through A Wineglass

“December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeer. But there were cats. Patient, cold and callous, our hands wrapped in socks, we waited to snowball the cats. Sleek and long as jaguars and horrible-whiskered, spitting and snarling, they would slink and sidle over the white back-garden walls, and the lynx-eyed hunters, Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined trappers from Hudson Bay, off Mumbles Road, would hurl our deadly snowballs at the green of their eyes.”

“All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.”

“Our snow was not only shaken from whitewash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely white-ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunderstorm of white, torn Christmas cards.”

Quotes from: A Child's Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas (1952).