All Gone

The Snowman started to lean to one side on Friday.

"He looks like he's had one too many." said the wife.

"I did'nt know snowmen drank alchohol," I replied. "Anyway, he's not leaning all that much."

By Saturday, he had a definate lean on. He looked quite quaint, standing there leaning in the middle of the lawn. All the snow had melted around him. He really looked out of place, as if he had dropped out of the sky onto our lawn. Which, technically he had.

This morning saw his demise. The lad went out and knocked him over, then trampled on him. He's just a patch of snow on the lawn now.

My lads got a mean streak in him sometime.