Ode to the Missing Snowman
To Jim from Grandma.
I know he didn't melt. Our snow man wasn't made of snow.
Hurt was the way I felt when he disappeared a year ago.
He was made of plastic about four feet tall.
To me he looked fantastic with his new coat of paint.
A muffler of green, a black top hat.
In order for him to be seen, a light inside glowed at night.
His mittens were red and a wreath of holly added more.
For eighteen years, during this season, he stood by our front door.
Historical Background
Mom and Dad purchased Frosty when they lived on Everett Street. He moved with them to West Rose and in 1985 to Pleasant Dale. I believe it was the first Christmas they were in Pleasant Dale that some cruel kids stole Frosty. The sheriff took the report but indicated there was very little hope of finding him. Kids had been stealing Christmas displays and destroying them or disposing of them in the creek. Frosty never came back.
