The Snowman (Day 3/365)
I had placed him on the desk in the study along with the other Christmas things in preparation for storing them, when he began to fuss with me, saying he wanted to go outside. It had snowed all night, and was still snowing as we spoke.
“You can’t go outside,” I replied. “You’ll get ruined.” At least one of his eyes glittered and I believe I saw a smirk as he replied. “Well, I AM a snowman, aren’t I?”
Hard to argue with that given his appearance, so I picked him up, put heavy boots on my own feet, opened the glass door to the deck off the study, moved a small table over and sat him squarely down in the cold stuff. He seemed happy, and I consoled myself by agreeing with his arguments that indeed he was a snowman.
Throughout the day, it has continued to snow…and tonight…he’s still there, sitting on the back deck.
He looks a little different now, though, but I suppose he’s happy, seeing he’s in his own element.