The Last Little Snowperson

Yesterday morning I talked about the little snowperson I passed on my walk to work and this morning I’m sad to report that the little Snowperson is no more.

Someone – an unimaginative sort who obviously doesn’t believe in the magic involved with little snowpeople guarding downtown Minneapolis intersections – decided to take their anger out on the tiny street guard.

I would have eventually given him one but little guy never even had a name that I know of which, in a way, makes his whole story even sadder.

Oh,
he might be a fairy tale,
they say he was made of snow (and twigs and a rock),
but I certainly know that he’d come to life every day.
Maybe there’s some magic in the parts he left behind
and when we see his picture we can start to dance around.

Oh last little snowperson . . . a carefree, peaceful soul . . .

Maybe it’s better this way because with the warm-up coming later this week he would have suffered a slow death by melting. And I guess it’s better that someone would destroy a little snowperson (even one who was minding his own business) than hit another person or kick the family pet, but still, the world is a little sadder place today.

Goodbye little snowperson.

The Last Little Snowperson

He’s gone and nothin’s gonna bring him back.