...and she was sore afraid.

Snowmen freak me out.

I'm not talking about the cute little ice sculpture sitting on your front lawn. I'm referring to the commercially successful snowmen that are on every aisle of every store, in every shape and size. Decorations, ornaments, dishes, greeting cards, tea towels, rugs, cloth replicas, ceramic models, and (heaven forbid) enormous blow-up snowmen that eerily watch us from lawns and rooftops across America! And yes, this includes Christmas icon and beloved children's cartoon: Frosty the Snowman.

*gasp!*

I don't know what it is about them. They just look sinister, angry and sort of non-human. Almost like a Christmas alien.

Now before I completely insult and offend all of my readers, let me just say that I have many friends who are self-proclaimed "snowman lovers", and I have yet to break off a relationship with them because of this. For example: my sister-in-law Allison loves a good snowman. Her entire Christmas collection features pretty blue decor, and you guessed it, matching Frosty's everywhere. Yet, I will still go to her house, and even sit on a couch next to one! Because you know what? I'm a team player like that.

For all of my dear friends and family who have unknowingly bought me snowmen decorations throughout the years, don't feel bad. How were you to know? I've tried to hide this embarrassing fact for quite some time. In fact, most of my Christmas tree is made up of "gift" snowmen that I don't have the heart to hide away. But for all of you out there who were thinking about going "snowman" on me this year (or any time in the near future), please, please, please do me a favor and torture someone else.

I don't mean to come off as complete ice princess, but I just can't take the Frosty Returns! nightmares any longer. Thank you for your consideration in this matter.

Sincerely,

Megan "bah humbug" Holdaway