His hands and arms are made of sticks
That fell down from a tree,
And as you see the shape he has,
His form’s a lot like me.
He’s got those round and puffy cheeks,
With eyes that are so dark,
And yet within his icy frame,
There is a living spark.
And though he seems so rigid with
His bottom firmly placed,
I think he’s not quite looking where,
We had him firmly faced.
And then there is that grin he has,
That often seems to change,
And buttons down his tummy that,
Are looking mighty strange.
Ole Frosty was a name we chose,
But it’s been used before,
So then we changed to “Ice Man”
And I think I like that more.
I love my “Ice Man” by the walk,
And with him I will say,
I hope a Merry Christmas is,
Your very special day.
© James O’Brien
December 2004
Midi Playing: "It's Beginning to Look at Lot Like Christmas"
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