Of all the stories that have been

read,

Only one has been left for dead.

When Rudolph’s nose failed to cut through the fog,

Santa called on his good friend (no, not

his dog).

From this story one must not grieve,

For this was Frosty’s first and

last Christmas eve.

It was on that Christmas Eve, so foggy. When Santa and his reindeer—ever so groggy—

Realized that even Rudolph’s red nose blinking on, Wouldn’t penetrate the pea soup blanketing Umpqua, Oregon..

Dasher was depressed,

and Santa perplexed

Santa thought and thought.

What could be done?

Mrs. Brown had been so good this past year…not so her

husband.

“She deserves a little something this year,” He sighed with the drop of each little tear.

“Ah-Ha!” Santa had a fantastic idea in his little dome.

“I will send Frosty the Snowman to find this home. “

Frosty was sent off to find a landing strip, and to send the coordinates back to the sleigh.

If any one could do it, Good ole Frosty could find the way !

Success! Being as quiet as a mouse,

He positioned himself in front

of the house

This is a great place—it even had a lighted landing strip.

Frosty radioed in the coordinates, just before he let it rip…

Not to be found,

He left in a bound!

However, he leaves quite a trail,

His escape soon would fail…

That which arose from Frosty’s lower part caused such a clatter, That he knew someone would come to see what was the matter.

Frosty, in order get to the shelter of the woods, did make

haste.

Uh-oh…I think Frosty is a little scared! His face

as white as paste.

The fog that night was so dense,

That identification wasn’t possible beyond the fence

“Stop! what is the password before you pass this way?”

The cry came out from the darkness “Go ahead Punk, make my day.”

A password system was in effect that night.

And poor Frosty froze, looking down the twin barrels in fright.

Things were not looking so good for our advance scout,

His hiding place had been found out....

Wrong password, punk!

This is why Frosty is no

longer mentioned in

the Christmas songs and

poems with Santa and his

reindeer

He had the misfortune of

coming to visit the Browns’

unannounced that year!

And another shot for good measure!Why not just double my pleasure?

Merry Christmas to all (except maybe

Frosty), and to all a good night!