Snowie the Snowman

“Rats!” Jose grumbled. Hats, gloves, scarves, coats, and all other sorts of clothing and accessories were strewn about the snow around him and his snowman.

“What are you doing?” Jose’s mother rushed out of the house, “What’s with all those clothes?”

“I’m trying to bring Snowie to life,” Jose said matter of factly.

“Snowie?”

“The snowman.”

“Where would you get an idea like that?”

“The song, Mom,” Jose said, “Frosty was brought to by an old silk hat that has latent magical properties. I figured that you and dad would have at least one magical item between the both of you.”