It was cold outside. Whiskers the cat was warm in the big old house. He liked to look everywhere.

He saw a little door. It was up, up, up. 'What is in there?' Whiskers thought.

The door went 'creak' as it opened. Dust flew up. Whiskers sneezed. 'Achoo!'

The attic was dark. Many old things were there. Whiskers saw a box. It was special.

The box had carvings. Leaves and stars. In the box was a ball. It was shiny.

The ball glowed! 'Wow,' said Whiskers. It was like magic. He felt happy.

Songs came from outside. 'La la la.' The ball's light danced too. It was fun!

Days passed. Whiskers went to the attic. He saw old winters in the ball. Beautiful!

Whiskers wanted to see more. He left the attic. The town was busy. He was excited.

The market was full. People laughed. 'Ho ho ho!' They bought gifts. Whiskers watched.

In the park, kids played. They made snowmen. Whiskers smiled. The snow was soft.

Whiskers thought of the ball of light. 'Thank you,' he said. His heart was warm.