Page 105 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Yes.”

I dashed off, so excited to be out in the snow. As I flung the door open, a burst of cold went through the house, but I didn’t care.

Racing through the fallen snow was so much fun. I first found an area of untouched snow, and fell backwards into it. Then I moved my arms and legs, giggling.

“What are you doing, sweetie?” Daddy asked, appearing by my feet.

“I’ll show you.” I gave him my hand and said, “Pull, Daddy.”

When he did, I turned and admired my perfect creation. “It’s a snow angel.”

“That’s a very pretty one, baby girl. Do you want to start working on our snowmen?”

“Yes! I’ll make the head if you make the rest of him.”

“Good idea, sweetheart.”

I got down on my hands and knees and scooped some snow in my hands, tightening it into a ball. When I had the perfect size, I placed it back in the snow and began to roll it around. My tiny ball started to grow and grow.

I continued to roll it around in the snow until it finally was about the size of a basketball. Picking it up, I carried it to where he was rolling around a second ball of snow next to a much bigger ball of snow than mine.

“I’m almost done,” he called, as he continued rolling his ball.

Finally, he finished, and put the middle ball of snow on top of the largest ball.

I carried my small one over and tried to place it on top, but it was too heavy and the snowman was almost taller than me without it.

“Need some help?”

“Yes, please.”

He came up behind me and we lifted my ball on top of the two others, giving the snowman a head.

“Did you bring anything to decorate him with?”

“I sure did.”

He walked over to a bag that was on the ground a few feet away, brought it over, and handed it to me.

“Let’s start with his face,” Daddy suggested.

I pulled out two big black buttons and put them on for the snowman’s eyes. Then I put the carrot in the center for his nose. Next, I pulled out a handful of buttons. Five black ones went in a half circle on the lower part of his face for a smile.

The last four, bigger than the others, I used down the snowman’s front so it looked like he had clothes with buttons.

“What else do you have in your bag?” I asked, handing it back to him.

“Let’s see.” He looked in the bag and pulled out a blue Cubs baseball hat.

“That’s perfect,” I exclaimed as Daddy put it on top of the snowman’s head. “Our snowman is a Cubs fan!”

Looking around our backyard, I spotted two sticks that would be perfect arms. Racing over, I grabbed them and came back, putting them on either side of the middle ball.

“There,” I said, taking a step back. “I think our snowman is finished. Except, he needs a name.”

“I think you should pick the name, since you’re the one who gave him his face.”

I thought long and hard. It had to be perfect. I didn’t want to name him Frosty because every little girl named their snowman Frosty. I needed something original.

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