Winter Wonderland

In the meadow, we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He’ll say, “Are you married?”, we’ll say, “No, man
But you can do the job when you’re in town”

Later on, we’ll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we’ve made
Walkin’ in a winter wonderland

Do You Hear What I Hear

(This is part of a series of short stories that belong together. You might want to read Most WonderFul Time first, but it is not necessary. Many of the characters in that one and this short story will continue to pop up over the next couple of weeks.)   The Monday after Thanksgiving, this year…

Frosty The Snowman

Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say
He was made of snow but the children know
How he came to life one day

Frosty the snowman was alive as he could be
And the children say he could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me

Frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye saying, “Don’t you cry
I’ll be back again some day.”