“Oh, dear.” Pamela’s sentiment says it all. As a collective, we all stand and stare at the atrocity of a snowman that I created. The round circular face isn’t a pretty speckled white. It’s a jagged, splotchy mess of mottled snow flesh with streaks of gore. The button eyes and coal mouth look menacing and evil. And the black top hat is the literal icing on top of my monstrous creation.
