Call me shallow
We don't have enough snow here for sledding, or snow ball fights, or snow-people making. The snow here is mostly brown-grey street mush piled near sidewalks and road-sides.
I like snowmen. Don't care too much for Frosty of 1969; not sure, he always seemed kind of, how can I say this, wimpy? I know some of you are going to think I am a purely evil Grinch, but come on. "Happy Birthday" are your first words when it's supposed to be about X-Mas? I wondered about his IQ mostly, even as a kid.
Also, I guess it has always bothered me that his goal is to get back to Santa (read: The dude in the white beard/God). Stay away from the light, Frosty, you might melt. I guess I totally missed the point.
Here's the original two minute, 43 second Frosty Cartoon from the 1950s; none of the other crap from the 30 minute show. Just a cool cat in a magical hat playing with kids, laughing and existing as a goofy, happy being. No attempt at a deep message; just fun.
I have a small collection of snowmen I put out during the winter:
Here's the latest from my mom this year:
And then I found this and couldn't resist. I mean, how do they reproduce when there's no people around?
Happy Sunday, all.
