Snowmen Are Kind of Outside People

Where are they? She whispered, kind of scared to ask. They are in the kitchen; the big one brought his own flask. She said to the snowmen welcome to our home but aren’t you afraid? You mean because your house is a mess and you don’t have a maid? No, she said, but you are kind of outside people, aren’t you? The dog took a whizz on one of them, and he said “shoo!” Another began singing a six verse Christmas song. Don’t worry, she told her husband, it won’t be long. The elves on the shelves began to sing and dance. Prancer and Vixen yelled for the others to prance. They never stay long, that’s distorted folklore. In about twenty minutes, they had melted all over the floor.