As soon as I saw him,
I had to have him.
So, I brought him home.
He joined the other guys I hide from my husband.
I fall in love with every snowman I met.
Guess I’m kind of a floozy, huh?
I’m a sucker for a fellow with a happy disposition…
and every snowman I meet has a great smile.
They’re never grumpy.
They think all my jokes are funny.
They like to watch my favorite TV shows.
And they’re always happy to see me when I walk by.
My husband says my snowman fixation is starting to cause a problem.
The bookcase is groaning under the weight of all the snowmen.
And we can’t find the dog.
Perhaps I have a problem, after all.
What do you collect?