Drifty the Snowman

Drifty opened his golf club arms wide to hug the children. Caroline completely flipped out, began shrieking, and ran off into the street without looking both ways.

“Caroline, no!” shouted Danny, running after her. But it was too late. Caroline was struck by a minivan, flew twenty feet through the air, and landed in the middle of the snow-packed road.

“Oh, no!” cried Drifty in horror. The minivan stopped and a man ran out to check on Caroline, arriving at her crumpled little body at the same time as Danny. Baby Roger was safe in Caroline’s arms, crying.

“She’s unconscious but breathing–I’ll call an ambulance,” said the man. “God, I’m so sorry! She just came out of nowhere!”

“It’s not your fault,” said Danny, standing up and pointing at the lumpy, magical snowman, who had started to shuffle out into the street. “It’s HIS fault!”

“What? Me?” said Drifty, stopping dead in his tracks. “Can I help?”

“Good god–what the hell…?!” said the minivan man. Just then, Mother came out of the house, barefoot, and ran to her children.

“MY BABIES, MY BABIES!” she cried, not noticing the animate snow pile as she sped to reach her kids.

“Mom, lookout! Behind you!” shouted Danny. Mother turned around and saw the snowman reach out with his iron arms.


  1. Lito
    Posted December 26, 2010 at 1:41 pm | Permalink

    That’s a touchin’ good story.

  2. Tor
    Posted January 10, 2011 at 9:59 am | Permalink

    Very nice…. Do I have to a start a flame war now??

  3. Posted March 24, 2011 at 9:46 am | Permalink

    Truly a holiday story for the ages!

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