The Snowman

In a quiet, snow-blanketed corner of Brighton, a young boy named James wakes to a world transformed by a thick layer of Christmas-fresh powder. The tale is told by a Narrator Bernard Cribbins, whose steady voice guides us through James’s midnight explorations and the wonder-lit night that follows. From the moment James builds a towering snowman in the garden—his coal eyes, orange nose, and buttoned coat coming to life with a subtle, magical charm—the night feels larger than life, as if the snow itself is listening.

The two companions drift from room to room, a quiet alliance formed on a level of trust and curiosity. They tinker with kitchen appliances, toys, and bric-a-brac, James’s laughter muffled by the soft white hush of a house that seems to breathe with the snowfall. The snowman’s awe-inspiring awakening leads them to an odd, layered discovery: a sheeted, dormant motorcycle tucked away in the garden seems to offer a doorway to the extraordinary, and they decide to take it for a ride through the moonlit woods. The engine’s heat sends a shiver through the snowman, who, in a moment of whimsy and fear, seeks a cooler refuge in the garage freezer, where ice-cold air becomes a temporary balm for his living warmth.

A picture of the Arctic on a packet of frozen goods sparks a sudden, almost urgent energy in the snowman. He lifts James gently in his palm and takes to the night, leaping up into the star-studded sky as Walking in the Air fills the air with its haunting melody. The ride becomes a soaring journey, carried across the darkened South Downs toward the glimmering Channel coast, where the city landmarks—the Royal Pavilion and the Brighton Palace Pier—inhale the chill of the sea air and witness the young boy’s brave flight. The journey continues north along the coast of Norway, the landscape turning from frost to a vast, shimmering Arctic dream, and the aurora borealis dancing above them like a curtain of pure light.

Their flight lands them in a snow-draped forest at the North Pole, where a welcoming circle of snowmen and snowwomen gathers in friendly cheer. Here, the fantasy widens to include Father Christmas and his stately team of reindeer, a moment that feels both timeless and intimate. The kindly bearded figure offers James a simple card and a scarf patterned with snowmen—a small gesture that becomes a keepsake of the extraordinary night. In the film’s 20th Anniversary edition, this meeting is given a new voice by [Mel Smith], lending a fresh warmth to the seasonal encounter. And in the re-released version, the story’s adult memory of James is voiced by [David Bowie], adding a timeless echo to the boy’s nocturnal odyssey.

As dawn begins to spill across the horizon, the snowman returns with James to the quiet domestic scene just before sunrise. The magic dissolves as the snowman melts, leaving behind only a hat, scarf, coal eyes, a tangerine nose, and the coat buttons—an ephemeral trace of what happened. Spilled into melted snow, these relics stand as the quiet proof of the night’s journey. The sun’s first light paints the morning with bittersweet color, and James kneels by the melted figure, the scarf clutched in the palm of his hand. The awakening warmth of day cannot erase the memory of the night, nor the whispered certainty that what happened was real, and not a dream. The story closes on James’s contemplative stillness, a gentle reminder of childhood wonder, the fleeting magic of Christmas, and the enduring ache of a friendship that blossoms only in the dark of winter and lingers long after the snow has gone.

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 14:50