While perusing my Christmas decorations (which someone is going to have to put away soon), I took a closer look at a snowman lovingly made for me by my son during his preschool years. After looking at Mr. Snowman in the light of post-Christmas gloom I’ve determined that he is spooky as hell. Examine at your own risk:
I’m pretty sure it’s the gaping mouth that gets me. He looks like he’s frozen in a silent scream of horror. But his face looks sort of... melted, or something. That facial distortion, combined with the beady, off-kilter eyes, makes him look like someone you might wake up to find at your bedside with a large knife balanced in his disproportionately giant stick-hand. Or, alternately, you might discover him at the scene of a horrid crime, spattered in blood and incapable of telling you what actually happened, what role he played in it, and who the three headless people propped up on skewers are.
On the upswing, he's got a killer scarf.
(Wonder what THIS snowman does in his off time?------------------------->)