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Dear Mr. Snowman,
The weatherman just told me you'll be leaving soon and I have one thing to ask you: Why?
Why are you going so soon? You just got here and I need you. I need you right here. I know you can't see where I am pointing so I will tell you, I am pointing to my heart. If you leave it will hurt. There is so much that you have yet to experience. You have yet to wake up in the morning covered in a fresh layer of fluffy snow and have me come out and dust you off so everyone can see your smiling face. You have yet to watch the rest of the snow-community develope around you. You have yet to sit there with me staring at the winter sky as we have a little tea party, I will be drinking hot cocoa and you will be drinking some invisible liquid that I am sure tastes better than anything a human could even fathom. Some people might think that it wouldn't count as a tea party because there is no tea but they are wrong. It would be the best tea party ever.
Where will you go when you leave? What place is better than here, in my front yard, with me to play with you everyday? Wherever you go, you won't find a more devoted friend. What will I do when you are gone? You are what I do. I straighten your twig-arms when they get crooked from the wind. I make sure your hat sits just right and your scarf isn't too tight. I replace your carrot nose when those pesky little squirrels steal it right off of your face. I smooth out all the lumps you get from various everyday happenings.
You see, I need you here so I can feel useful. When you are not here I am just a body that waits and waits for you to come back and play with me. So please, please don't leave. Not yet, stay just a bit longer. Just longer enough for us to play a bit more. I should be outside telling you this to your face but I can't even lok outside for fear I'll have to say goodbye. So just wait, one more day.
Love Always,
Mary