A Snowman Knocking On My Window Pane

A snowman knocking on my window pane, his breath puffing white in the chilly frigid air. Five feet tall, three large snowballs of different sizes, with the biggest at the bottom and the smallest for his head. A carrot for his nose, coal for his eyes and mouth, and a corncob pipe with a great big smile. Tree branches for his arms with an old, crooked, large black top hat on his head and a red scarf around its neck. Tap, Tap, Tap, “Would you come out and play, its cold and no one’s out. Would you come out and play.” With half frozen tears trickling down his white face, he said. “I can show you a land of enchantment that is amazingly fun. We can go to a frozen lake where we can put on our skates and skate around the frozen ice and Arabesque or do a Twizzle. Or make a hole in the ice and go ice-fishing with a strong branch, string, and safety-pin and catch yellow perch or walleye. When we’re all done, we can ride a sled with bells and a team of Santa Clause’s reindeer fly around the shimmering snow covered rooftops and see what Jack Frost has done to this magical wonderland.” Tap,Tap,Tap, “Would you come out and play.”