FROSTY THE SNOWMAN'S FRIEND

This is the story of a snowman. I saw it at a local craft show. He was roly poly, wearing a blue hat and plaid scarf. He carried a birdhouse and had a big button nose. He reminded me of Frosty, and I was instantly smitten. Made up my mind, there and then... he was coming home with me. I was so excited I could not wait to put him out on my front porch for the Christmas holiday. But... as I was driving home, my enthusiasm waned. I was not the only one with that idea. There, sitting on my next door neighbor’s  porch, was the same exact snowman I had bought. I was devastated. We couldn’t have twin snowmen, we just couldn’t. I’d never hear the end of it. They’d make a big deal, that they got their snowman first, and then they'd say, I was a copy cat. Neighborhood politics can be very  tricky. In my heart, I knew in order to display mine I’d have to alter his appearance. So... I rummaged through my garage and found what I needed to make him a new man, so to speak. First, I removed the birdhouse. This was no easy task, since it was nailed in. But I did it. I then replaced it with a wooden, red and white candy-cane. After that, all I needed to do... was to add a few more color changes. Putting a red scarf around his neck... and a red hat on top of his head... my snowman was now, no carbon copy.  He was good to go. He was uniquely himself, to my hearts delight. And he’s been gracing my front porch on and off, for the past decade. And, my neighbor’s are none the wiser.