Yesterday we had our Christmas lunch at my house. We put up the tree, cooked up a storm, decorated, ate like demons and watched one of my all-time favourite's, The Snowman. As a child I always dreamed of making a snowman - not so easy in Africa. Last year, with the heaps of snow we received, I made my first attempt at a snowman. There are no pictures of that 'snowman'. Because although it inspired the small-person and their father next door to sculpt a very realistic igloo, a misshapen pyramid with various implements sticking out of it does not count as a snowman! I'd like to say that the garden furniture hindered my rolling ability. Or perhaps the lack of usable snow. But neither of those statements would be correct - I just had no snowman-building skills on the day. This year, if it snows, I will do better. We will have a real snowman that will put any intricately carved igloo to shame - after all, I now know how it's done!
Lucky
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