Oh, the joys of being a snowman! I can still remember the day I was created, when a group of children rolled me into existence and adorned me with a jolly smile, a jaunty hat, and two twig arms. I felt so proud, standing tall in the middle of the snow-covered yard.
As the days went by, I watched the children play and frolic in the snow, and I felt honored to be a part of their winter wonderland. I loved feeling the sun on my face and the soft crunch of snow beneath my rounded feet.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. As the weather grew warmer, I felt myself starting to melt. My twig arms drooped, my jolly smile became a bit lopsided, and my rounded body grew a bit less round. It was a strange sensation, feeling myself become one with the snow again.
But I didn't mind too much, for I knew that next winter, I would be created again, in a new and exciting form. And so, as I melted back into the earth, I felt content, knowing that I had brought joy to the children and had experienced the wonders of the winter season.
And who knows? Perhaps next winter, I'll be a snowwoman, or a snowdog, or maybe even a snowcastle! The possibilities are endless, and I can't wait to see what the future holds.
