please snowman, don't melt

Not quite as big as last years, but upright.

I've never had a problem with snommen melting, until now. They are clocks but with more death insinuated. What better way to scream "time's a flying!" like frivolity decomposing on your front lawn? You put on the cute nose and add eyes for character, and by the afternoon they're on the ground. I look away when I walk by.

Don't melt, Mr. Snowman. You shrink and the kids grow. Another few gallons of milk is gone; another pair of shoes becomes too small. I pull away to work on a cold Monday morning and see the dirty remains on the lawn. I pause for a moment and think about the Saturday afternoon when the clouds cleared and sun made the snow just right. I forgot about everything while I showed our oldest how to roll up the "biggest ball ever."

I back away and go, and you gradually sink into the ground. There are pictures, too, and I'll look fondly at those and be happy I knew I had it so good. Because snowmen never last long.

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[nobody]

missing your posts...having teenagers is not as fun as little ones!