After a day playing in the snow my kids, this was an easy one to call. Today’s winning story comes from Matthew Lawson, who has bagged himself the fondue set. Nice work.
Snow White and her little dwarfs
Last week when the first beautiful snow fell I nipped out to the shop and in the car park I saw my neighbours building a snowman, with their two girls. It was quite amusing to see that their Dad was taking it very seriously, ensuring that the girls didn’t get in the way of the Snowman’s equivalent of Michelangelo’s David.
On returning from the shops the masterpiece has been completed and the girls were in the middle of dressing the Snowman in what I could only describe as a cape. I asked the girls if it the snowman was Superman which the youngest replied “No silly, can’t you see it’s Snow White!” putting me quite quickly in my place. I have never seen them so happy in the three year’s I lived here.
Two days later after the snow had subsided and began to melt unfortunately so had Michelangelo’s Snow White. I bumped into the family later that day to see the youngest girl being comforted by her mum as the snowman was not much more than a crumbling mound of ice and cape. It was a sad sad day.
That night someone else other than me felt sorry for the girls, the snow started to fall once again. My wife was already upstairs putting my newly born baby boy to bed and I thought, should I... Yeah why not, so I grabbed my boots, woolly gloves and while I was trying to squeeze a pair for marigolds over the top of them my wife caught me shouting “What the hell are you doing?” at which I replied “Playing out”.
I scraped up the remains of the original snowman to make the base and rolled out two additional balls of snow to make the body and head. It was getting quite cold being 2:30am but I was determined to get it finished. I could barely feel the tips of my finger while trying to tie what it still believed to look like a superman’s cape round the neck of the Quasimodo of snowmen.
It was nowhere near its former glory but I couldn’t help to think... “How can we explain this minor miracle, so I brushed my foot prints away with my foot and grabbed a pair of booties that baby Oliver had received as a gift. I made foot prints running to and from Super Quasimodo, and went to bed proud as punch knowing I fixed a snowman.
Weary eyed while making a coffee the following morning I heard the high pitched squeal of a 3 year girl, “She’s back, she’s back!” I went outside to wish their parents a good morning to be bombarded with questions “Have you seen, Look Look, She is back...” I pointed out the foot prints and said that the seven dwarfs must have brought her back for her Superman Cape. ;)