Three Days before Christmas, as Hobbes and Calvin had feared
A trio of seven foot snowmen appeared
But far from deranged mutant killer snow goons
they smiled and stood tall on Thursday afternoon
Alexander had learned back in January
lone snowmen were easy targets, he saw fit to build three
One cool with sunglasses and two bodyguards
But a long snowman life was just not in the cards
Alexander returned and saw snowmen slain
He required the detective skills of Bruce Wayne
was it the strong winds from the storm’s fearsome roar?
or was it young punks out to settle a score?
Snowman CPR seemed to have no effect
No snowman had even a pulse when he checked
He screamed “This is why we can’t have nice things!”
as he watched snowman souls depart with angelic wings
and off in the distance was a sight awful rare
Santa going home with his sleigh and reindeer
“Worry not lad, have some holiday cheer!
Merry Christmas to you and a happy new year!”