Merry Christmas

When I was a boy around Christmas time we had an old book that had stories, songs, and poem in it.  As I remember they were all Christmassy, but may not have been.  There was one small poem that became a family favorite, called The Snowman.  I am sorry, but I don’t know who to credit as the authority.

The Snowman
Once there was a snowman who stood outside the door,
He thought he'd like to come inside and play upon the floor, 
He thought he'd like to warm himself by the fire light red
He thought he’d  like to play upon the big white bed 
So he called the north wind, “help me now I pray,” 
I'm completely frozen standing here all day,  
So the north wind came along and blew him in the door, 
Now there’s nothing left of him but a puddle on the floor.

Have a very Merry Christmas