The Life and Times of a Snowman

So my dad started shoveling the driveway on Christmas Eve. He got a bit side tracked and started making a big snow ball, and my mom grabbed her camera:

But he needed help from everyone when we got to this stage:

It eventually turned into this:

And then we finally finished, about an hour and ten feet later:

Our poor, poor snowman never had a chance against nature's cruel mood swings:

He fainted in the middle of the night from heat exhaustion and head trauma. No one was even around to aid him in his dire time of need.

One day he was happy, tall, and proud. Because of the sad events of one night, the next day he was warm, and horizontal.





in loving memory of our beloved snowman.
♥