The Snowman´s dream

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     Once upon a time, in a cold and solitary land far, far away, there was a snowman. It was not a common snowman, it was very old and a little heart beat inside it. It had only seen a human: the boy who had build it 60 years before. Now, the boy was an old man who lived alone in a small wooden house near there. Every Christmas Eve, “the boy”, as it used to think about him, told it the important things he had done the year that was just about to finish and tried to repair the parts which had been damaged, put another carrot in the nose, filled the holes with fresh snow and the like. The snowman was expecting all the year to meet “the boy” and hear his stories. It dreamt to become a human, a real human being and talk to his only friend. But the man´s health wasn´t very good in the last years and when the meeting hour passed he had not gone. The snowman become worried and sad and his little heart began to beat weaker and weaker. When its heart was near to stop, just before the last beat, a little fairy who had seen the love between the human and the snowman since it was build, rewarded the snowman with a mortal life as human. Suddenly, a 12-year boy appeared instead the snowman. He could not belive it. It...he was a human now! He´d be able to talk to his friend and tell him all things he could not say when he was a snowman, he´d live with him and they would be together forever. Then, he ran to the house where his friend lived, opened the door and saw the old man laying on the bed. He was cold but still alive. For the next two hours they talked each other until the old man died. Before he died he revealed a great secret: before he was a child he had been a snowman too. The boy cried until the first lights of the new day appeared. Next morning, Christmas Day, when the boy realised about his loneliness, the first thing he did was build a snowman in the place where he had lived the last 60 years.