Frosty, Redux

Frosty with Antonio and Mops before the assault

"I can't believe there are punks in THIS neighborhood!" That from our neighbor Jenny when we discovered that our snowman, which had been constructed by our grandson this week, was found toppled to the frozen tundra in our front yard. We don't actually live at Lambeau Field, but EVERY piece of ground is frozen this time of year in Green Bay. We were outraged but happy to know that Antonio would never know that his beloved creation had been smashed...AND IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD! After I'd thought about it for awhile, it occurred to me that these were not delinquents: rather they were simply playing out the words to the song! They had probably been walking merrily along singing. When they got to the part about "...until the other kiddies knock him down" they espied our Frosty and became literalists. It's our fault for promoting holiday (or Christmas, if you prefer) songs with violence in the lyrics...to say nothing about how Rudolph was treated! Adding theft to destruction, however, the miscreants stole the hand-knitted-by-some-grandmother scarf with which Frosty had been adorned. Now, that's cold!
I decided that Frosty needed to be rebuilt so I spent the better part of an hour reattaching broken arms, looking for eyes, etc. He never did get another nose, carrots being in short supply, but he did get a hat which I froze into place with copious amounts of water. No smile this time, though; I think he's a bit scared. I also coated Frosty with ten gallons or so of water in order to thwart any half-hearted attempt at destruction. I know he won't last forever except in my grandson's memory, but he deserves at least a few more days..."until the other kiddies knock him down" again. Creations of love and joy should last much longer than they usually do, especially in THIS neighborhood!