The kids originally made the face themselves and what I thought were pinecones stuck in there for eyes turned out to be huge sticks, which now give our snowman a freaky eyes-popping-out-of-the-head look to him. It doesn’t help that his smile and nose dropped to the ground, the scarf is being blown off by the wind, and his body looks bruised and scabby from the dirt and grass that’s very visible.
Frosty in happier days.
Dear old Frosty, old pal. We will fondly remember all the fun times we shared. Like that time we made you and that time we saw you standing in our yard when we walked to the school bus and that time when your arm fell off and we laughed and laughed and laughed.
Good times...Good times.
We will remember you (sniff, sniff) always.
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