The Snowman Code

by Simon Stephenson, Reggie Brown (Illustrator)

Overview

In this cozy winter story, a six-hundred-year-old snowman and a ten-and-a-half-year-old girl strike up an unlikely friendship as they try to bring an end to the longest winter ever.

Article II of the Snowman Code: A snowman always helps a child in need.

It’s March, but the ground is still covered in snow, the lake in the park is still frozen over, and ten-and-a-half-year-old Blessing has three problems:

Problem #1: Blessing hasn’t gone to school in months. She just can’t stand those bullies, the Driplet Triplets, so her only solution to avoiding them is to pretend she and her mom moved to Australia.

Problem #2: Blessing’s mom gets sad in the winter. So sad she doesn’t go to work and sometimes doesn’t get out of bed.

Problem #3: The city is experiencing its longest ever winter, with no end in sight. And the longer it goes on, the longer her mom’s sadness does too. If spring doesn’t come soon and other grown-ups find out her mom is too sad, they’ll be separated again.

Just as Blessing starts to lose hope, she meets an unexpected new friend: Albert Framlington, a six-hundred-year-old snowman who just might hold the key to solving all three of her problems. But Albert has a problem of his own he may need a human’s help to solve.

Can this unlikely duo find a way to defeat Blessing’s bullies, win back Albert’s long-lost love, and overcome the never-ending winter before it’s too late? They have to try—that’s the Snowman Code after all.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781665985345
Publisher:	Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
Publication date:	12/16/2025
Pages:	256
Product dimensions:	5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range:	8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Simon Stephenson originally trained as a doctor and worked in London and Scotland. He previously wrote Let Not the Waves of the Sea, a memoir about the loss of his brother in the Indian Ocean tsunami. It won Best First Book at the Scottish Book Awards, was a Book of the Week on BBC Radio 4, and a Daily Telegraph Book of the Year. His first novel, Set My Heart to Five, has been optioned by Working Title Films. He currently lives in Los Angeles, where he works as a screenwriter. He originated and wrote the film The Electrical Life of Louis Wain and wrote on Pixar’s Luca.The Snowman Code is Simon’s first book for young readers. Visit him online at SimonStephenson.com.

Reggie Brown is an artist and children’s book illustrator. He has a background in corporate graphic design, and is now focusing on illustrating for children. His multicultural upbringing as an African American and Filipino man is what drives his true passion of illustrating children’s stories and bringing underrepresented voices alive through his art. Reggie is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators and lives in San Diego, California, where he enjoys eating burritos, watching Star Wars, and spending time with his wife.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One One
It was the longest winter there had been in over three hundred years.

It had happened because the weather was broken now.

At least, everybody kept saying that was why it had happened.

Even the kids in the school playground said so.

Imagine that: kids with nothing better to talk about than the weather!

Not that Blessing was ever at school to hear the other kids talk about the weather.

She had not been to school since December.

And now it was March.

The reason Blessing had stopped going to school was because she had a problem. In fact, she had three problems, and they were all in her class: Ashby Tregdahornick, Cynthia Smith-Smith, and Bartholomew Weaselton.

Those three fiends did not like Blessing.

She did not know why.

Maybe it was because Blessing was always polite and kind.

Or because she was good at art and math and science.

Or because she could speak French like a Parisian, whereas when any of those three tried, they sounded like a pack of stray dogs gargling with cough medicine.

Whatever their reason, they did mean things to her.

They hid her uniform after swimming.

They tore up her projects.

They even called her ridiculous names that did not make any sense!

Blessing had her own name for them, and it certainly did make sense.

She called them the Driplet Triplets.

Maybe they weren’t real triplets, but there were three of them, and they were always together. And what is a bully if not a drip? And if a bully is a drip then a young bully must surely be a driplet. It was mean to call people names, so Blessing had never actually called them the Driplet Triplets out loud. Still, as far as she knew, there was no rule against thinking it.

If it had been any other season, Blessing would have told her mom, and the Driplet Triplets would have been in big trouble. They might have even been put into different classes. And if that happened they would probably all have immediately died.

But it was still winter. And Blessing couldn’t possibly tell her mom about bullies in winter.

It would make her mom sad, and Margaret was quite sad enough already.

Margaret was already so sad that sometimes she did not even go to work anymore.

If she got any sadder, Blessing might be sent away again.

Blessing had been sent away twice before.

Both times had been in winter, and both had been because Margaret had become very sad.

What happened was that Jasmine came to the door and pretended it was just a normal visit. But soon enough an ambulance arrived for Margaret and took her away. And then Jasmine took Blessing to Miriam and John’s house.

And left her there.

It was not Margaret’s fault that winter made her so sad. Dr. Kumar said it was because the chemicals in her brain were misbehaving, but Margaret was not so sure about that. After all, when she was a little girl, Margaret had lived in a country where there was no such thing as winter. Yet here in London she was expected to spend several months of every year freezing cold!

It was a bit much.

If you asked her, Margaret would tell you that the reason she disliked winter was not because it was so cold, or so dark, or even because the whole thing was such a ridiculous idea. She would tell you it was because winter made all the beautiful roses in the Rose Garden in Victoria Park disappear.

And what could possibly be the point of a season that did that?

Not even Dr. Kumar had been able to answer that.

Instead, he had prescribed Margaret a special lamp. He had said it was so much like the sun that it would make her feel very happy indeed.

The day it arrived had been like Christmas. Blessing had torn open the box, and then Margaret had plugged the lamp in. They had both stared at it, then told each other that it was indeed just exactly like the sun.

But then Blessing had asked Margaret if she felt happier. Margaret had said she didn’t just yet, but she was sure she would by the next morning. After all, the lamp was just like the sun!

But Margaret was not any happier by the next morning.

If anything, she was just a little sadder.

Because the lamp was not really anything like the sun.

After all, it was just a lamp.

And the sun is the sun.

Anyway, that is why Blessing had not been to school since December.

Because Dr. Kumar’s lamp had not worked.

And the Driplet Triplets were awful.

And she couldn’t tell her mom about them in winter.

Because she did not want Jasmine to come and send her away again.

Of course, not going to school was itself exactly the kind of thing that could get you sent away.

Luckily, Blessing was an expert at doing her mom’s handwriting, so she had written a note to Miss Hazelworst. It explained that Blessing and Margaret were moving to the outback of Australia to run a kangaroo sanctuary, and nobody would ever hear from them again.

Miss Hazelworst had cried and told Blessing she was the best fourth-grade student she’d ever had.

Blessing had told Miss Hazelworst the nicest true thing that she could, which was that Miss Hazelworst was the very best fourth-grade teacher she’d ever had.

Every morning since then, Blessing had got dressed in her uniform, brushed her teeth, kissed her mom goodbye, and set off through Victoria Park as if she was going to school. Then, each afternoon, she came home and told her mom about the things that had happened at school that day. Of course, Blessing had to make all those things up, but Margaret was too sad to notice.

The only real problem with not going to school was that Blessing still had to go somewhere. And not just any old somewhere, but somewhere you could go if you were ten and a half years old, were wearing your school uniform, and had only your lunch money to spend.

Sometimes Blessing went to the big museum with the giant stuffed walrus and tagged on to other kids” class trips. If anyone asked her what she was doing, she pretended to be an exchange student from France. Afterward, she went to Leicester Square and hid herself amid tour groups of old people as they entered their matinees at the theater.

Once, when she was very bored indeed, Blessing even went to the children’s hospital and pretended to be a patient. She had to run away when a nurse tried to put her arm in a cast.

On other days, Blessing went to a cinema she had found, where a window in the toilets was always left open. It was only a small window, but it was just the right size that a ten-and-a-half-year-old girl could squeeze through it, so long as it was before lunch. It was warm inside the cinema, and people often left behind nearly full buckets of popcorn that Blessing could eat for lunch. If she watched the movie three or four times, Blessing could easily pass a whole day there.

As long as she remembered to stay out later on Tuesdays, Blessing’s system worked very well. Blessing was supposed to go to after-school Art Club on Tuesday, and she loved it so much that even Margaret might notice if she came home too early that day.

Of course, Tuesday also happens to be the day of the week that things most like to change on. Monday is just a little too early in the week for things to change, but Wednesday is a little too late. Tuesday is the perfect day for things to change on, and somehow things seem to know that, and always do their very best to change on a Tuesday.

Sure enough, it was on a Tuesday—a Tuesday when Blessing had even remembered to stay out later—that everything changed forever.

Editorial Reviews

A "warm children's debut"— Publishers Weekly 

A whimsical, enchanting adventure grounded in friendship and resilience.— Kirkus

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