"So, what's first on the agenda of Operation Give Dan The Best Christmas Ever?" I asked as we went outside into the bright snowy day of London, locking the door behind us and beginning to walk.
"Well, first we start off with a good old fashioned snowball fight." Phil said as he pulled his red and green with white Christmas trees scarf over his nose and mouth.
"Phil, we're not ten!" I teased as I did the same with my black scarf.
He responded by throwing a snowball directly at my face.
"Oh, it's on!" I declared.
We ran over to the park, never keeping our eyes off of each other except for when we crossed the road.

*****

We gave each other ten minutes to both build a fort and stock up on snowballs. For my fort, I built four walls around me that were about the same height as yours truly. It also left me enough space so that I could both store snowballs and stand up and throw a snowball when I needed to. How I managed that in the short amount of time? Well, let's just say that I'm the king of snowball fights. And I plan on defending my title.
"You have one minute left Howell!" Phil called from what sounded like far away. What the hell was that sneaky little (Okay, he's like six foot three but just go with it) raven-haired boy up to? Surely he couldn't have gone far, right? I mean, the park wasn't that big.
"Time's up!"
Suddenly, a snowball hit me in the head, causing me to flinch from both surprise and the coldness of the snowball.
Surely that was just luck. He sounded far away when he was yelling at me.

Arming myself with two snowballs, I dared to stand up and take a peek, being extra careful to not destroy all of my hard work.
I was shocked to find that Phil's "fort" was just a simple wall that just barely went up to his thighs.
"What kind of game are you playing?" I shouted to him, showing him that I was armed and not at all to throw a snowball at his pretty little pale face that could seriously blend into the snow at this time of year if he really wanted it to.
"We never established any rules." He said, showing me that he was armed as well. "Therefore-"
I seized this opportunity to land a direct hit on the face.
And I missed.
"Therefore, Daniel James Howell will make the worst shot ever!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and hid back in my fort.
"You can't hide forever!" Phil said. "You'll get tired of crouching."

We never established any rules.
Phil's words rang in my head as I got an idea.
Grabbing two more snowballs, I charged through my fort, leaving it behind in a destroyed state. Before Phil could react with his snowballs, I pelted him with mine. He let out a little scream and attempted to fight back by hitting my face. He failed however, as the snowballs ended up hitting me in the chest.
"We never established any rules." I said, mocking his words as he let out his cute little scream of his.
"I surrender!" I said, grabbing his shoulders to make him think I was going to push him face-first into the snow.
"Oh, come on!" I said, pretending to sound like I was disappointed. "That wasn't even much of a fight."
"I don't need to." He said as he looked at me, covered in snow on his coat and a little on his face. "I knew you would win anyway."
"Thanks." I said. "Hey, I can't see your face. Let's fix that."
He let out a giggle as I wiped the snow off of his face.
"Thanks. I was getting a bit cold. Why don't we warm up with the next part of the operation?"