Lying in bed last night, Miles spontaneously started singing.
“Frosty the Snowman, was a jolly happy snow.
He was made of snow but the children know,
How he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found,
For when they placed it on his head he began to dance around.
Frosty the Snowman, was a jolly happy snow,
He was made of snow but the children know
He’ll be back again someday.”
“Wow, Miles!” I laughed. “That was great!”
“Yeah,” he replied. “I know all the lyrics.”
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