CSI: Frosty

Those of you who follow me on Twitter or Facebook know that I have been dealing with a personal trauma this week.

I came home to find my outdoor snowman had been tipped over and decapitated. In lieu of flowers, please send cash or Vodka.

(Sorry-I don’t know how to take screen shots of Tweets.)

After leaving for work at 6am and spending four hours that afternoon with tech support in an effort to make my work computer functional, this is what I came home to.


Ahh! The horror!

Frosty was flat on his back, his little body twisted and torn after being displaced from his holiday perch on my front porch ledge. I immediately got out of my truck, and despite the fact that it was raining and “Wizard of Oz” windy, I attempted a rescue.


As you can see, that did not go well.

After several more feeble attempts in the wind and the rain to put his head and his smile back on, I realized that the only holiday spirit I was feeling at that moment was the quote from A Christmas Story that had popped into my head:

“I have since heard of people under extreme duress speaking in strange tongues. I became conscious that a steady torrent of obscenities and swearing of all kinds was pouring out of me as I screamed.”

At that point, I took him in the house and carefully put him in the basement, and placed a call to my mom—the official decorator and seasonal surgeon—to set up a date for repair.

In the meantime, I grew suspicious of the circumstances surrounding this incident. While the 40 mph winds and rain would seem like the obvious reason, the whole fountain issue this past summer left me hesitant to trust the obvious.

My first thought was that crazy drunk neighbor lady was overdoing it on the holiday “spirits” again. Although she has some decorations on her house, the bright and “festive” red light she put in her front porch lamp led me to believe the feisty old broad might be supplementing her cocktail fund in a slightly shady way.

But as much as I want to blame her, kicking over my snowman would have required her to go out in the rain, prompting this scenario:


Remember? They melt.

So then I considered the squirrels and other small woodland creatures that might have a beef against an illuminated snowman placed in my yard to project an image opposite of the slight Grinchiness that may be felt inside.

But although pushy and mighty with their demands for better seed and a heated waiting area surrounding the pond-turned-squirrel-skating rink, I don’t think they have anything against Frosty.

frozen pond2

You should see them drive the little Zamboni.

It was also suggested that Frosty has simply partied a bit too hard (possibly with crazy drunk neighbor lady?) and found himself passed out drunk in the front yard, not unlike a couple boyfriends I had in college. However,  I could detect no trace of alcohol on him.

Plus, you know, his mouth fell off.

So I suppose I’m left to believe that it was in fact the wind that toppled Frosty off the ledge and not tipsy neighbors, speed skating squirrels or a case of him trying to beat the blues with some brewskis.

He’s set to undergo surgery this week, and barring warm weather or high winds, a compete and speedy recovery is predicted. In lieu of flowers, he has requested cash or Vodka, both of which can be sent directly to my house.

Well, he didn’t say that—you know, his mouth fell off—but I’m sure that’s what he would want. After all, why do you think he’s such a jolly happy soul?

Merry mystery solved.

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P.S. Look for a post next week showing exactly what Round One of the book money purchased for the animals at the Humane Society of West Michigan. (Sneak peek!) I don’t just donate money, but prefer to donate goods, so you can see just where your money will go—directly to the animals. Hopefully the first shopping spree of many!

23 responses to “CSI: Frosty

  1. We have a Christmas penguin that sufefred a similar fate. We think a neighbor hood bully dog did the damage. If Marg Helngenberger was guarenteed to show up to investigate, then I’d call in CSI.


  2. It was me. Sorry. But in all fairness I told him to wipe that smile off his face like FIVE times, politely. Your snowman, as I’m sure you know, is a bit of a prick. Let’s just say he’s no Uncle June.

  3. Poor Frosty.
    I’d send cash AND vodka, but, y’know, I’m short on both right now and need to conserve.

  4. Poor Frosty. Hope the surgery goes well and he has a short convalescence.

  5. Hahahha. The fact that his smile fell off is kind of poetic, no?

    Sounds like it mighta been mother nature’s fault. Maybe you should stop recycling for a week, you know, to get back at her…

  6. Be sure your mom sterilizes all her equipment before surgery, snowmen are susceptible to infections. I just made that up but am pretty sure it’s true.

  7. I know this may be hard to consider, but could Uncle June have a streak of envy for Frosty?

    Just sayin’.

  8. My sympathies on the loss of Frosty and his big smile. I suspect the Heatmeiser did it. Possibly via one of his minions. Or henchmen. Or whatever heatmeisers have.

    Good luck Frosty!

  9. Everytime you said his smile fell of, I got exponentially sadder.

  10. I didn’t realize until now that you were donating proceeds to HSUS. That’s amazing. Abby.

    This story is hilarious. Has anyone ever compared your writing to David Sedaris? If not, I just did.

  11. I was kinda hoping someone would tell you how to posts your tweets into a blog post b/c I dont know how to do it either.

    Any way we could arrange your old, crazy, drunk neighbor to do a guest post? She sounds very intriguing from what I’ve heard on here….

  12. I’m pretty sure my life will not ever be complete until I see a squirrel, in fact, driving a zamboni.

  13. Despite the fact that there appears to have been no actual snow involved in the production of this snowman (you lucky duck), I thought this story was so sad until I scrolled down and saw that Frosty’s mouth had returned 🙂

  14. It was the neighbor lady. I just want to believe that she was drunk on your front lawn kicking and cursing Frosty for her life’s ills.

  15. This is the reason I do not dare to garnish the outside of my abode with decorations – I don’t trust my weirdo neighbours – they stole my dustbin, afterall.

    I suspect crazy drunk neighbour lady.

    Also, yeah, I have no idea why I used the words ‘garnish’ and ‘abode’. I’m high on flu medication, so there you go.

  16. The only thing that made me laugh harder than this post was Amy’s reply. Hard to believe Frosty could have an attitude but you never know. If it was foul play I stand by my over to wreak vigilante justice on the perpetrators (even if it is the squirrels).

  17. My friend has ornamental balls and pine cones beautifully placed in these hanging baskets outside her front door. Every time she comes home from being out, several of them are missing their balls and cones. I’m thinking it’s the squirrels. She’s not sure. In any event, it’s pissing her off to no end.

  18. So, I’m going to be honest. In my head, when I read your tweets, I was imaging a frosty built of snow. Like, a nice big homemade snowman. Who’s head had been knocked off, and probably shattered.
    I’m not actually sure which version is more horrifying, the version in my head, or the image of what actually happened.

    I hope Frosty was well on the mend before this holiday season was over!

    • Sadly, his head was reattached, but we were unable to get him lit up again. However, we WILL fix him before next year. Mark. My. Words. Or, you know, I’ll buy a new one.

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