If he had a brain, he'd complain.
Bet he wishes he were me.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful. It really is. It has been snowing lightly all day and we had finally accumulated about half an inch by dark. I haven't been outside since then, but I'm hoping it stops soon. I'm not ready for a lot of snow and as you can see below, I already have plenty of snowmen.
This little guy is my favorite. I can't decide if he's trying to keep his carrot nose warm or adjusting it because it's about to fall off.
I like the tall one because he's wearing a long wool plaid coat and a floppy hat instead of a top hat.
The guy in the middle is just too cool for school with those Ray-Bans! In case you hadn't noticed, I save some of the snowman Christmas cards I receive and work them into the mix.
The shiny-glazed family on the left was a gift from my best bud, Cindy.
The newest addition to my collection is a snowman nativity, which Aimee says is a little sacreligious. Really? What could be sacreligious about a snowman baby Jesus? Well, anyway, while I was arranging it into the perfect creche, Joseph met with an unfortunate accident which led to his untimely death. Plaster of paris meets brick hearth. The result is not pretty.
Nevertheless, Mary seems to be holding up well under the strain of that long journey, giving birth and immediately becoming a single mother. I don't know, but I think the guy holding the frankincense is standing a lit-tle too close.
