When I was a child, the first snow of the season was the most magical. It signified the coming of a cold, crisp, fun filled winter of snow angels, snowball fights, sledding and hot cocoa. I remember building a snowman; carrot nose, acorn eyes dug up out of the snow, pebble mouth, branches for arms, dad's hat on its head and a striped scarf around its neck. My brother and I would run around it and sing "Frosty the Snowman;" being a fanciful girl, I always expected it to come alive and wander down the streets, people following along behind.
