Snowmen Quotes

“It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Liz looks at the tissue box, which is decorated with drawings of snowmen engaged in various holiday activities. One of the snowmen is happily placing a smiling rack of gingerbread men in an oven. Baking gingerbread men, or any cooking for that matter, is probably close to suicide for a snowman, Liz thinks. Why would a snowman voluntarily engage in an activity that would in all likelihood melt him? Can snowmen even eat? Liz glares at the box.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Elsewhere

“Old Friend, New Adventure by Stewart Stafford

Snow crept down, surprising,
Before the sun strolled, rising.
Monochrome in palatial white,
Teeth chattering in moonlight.

Overnight, all became frozen.
A cloud nine expedition chosen.
This boy came flying out of doors,
As a cat sprang with cold paws.

A man shadowed me in the dark.
As I sculpted him in the park,
Rolling a snowball until it grew,
And a snowman stood, born anew.

With a carrot nose and coal eyes,
Gazing at me through rictus guise,
This bright curve in an unlit sky
A silent friend to thaw the lies.

Then fleeing back inside,
To hot chocolate by the fireside,
Numb, red hands slowly came alive,
The joy of life, awoke and arrived.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The town seemed to be full of oddities. Like the garden of strange snow statues, carved to look like little round men with jaunty black hats and carrots for their noses. And the leafy green bouquets with white berries tied up in bows hanging over archways all around town, often with two people smooching beneath them, as if the leaves were sprinkled with some kind of love potion. And then there was the large rotating contraption of wooden animals spinning round and round as jaunty music played from a hidden speaker. Even stranger, several children were riding on these animals, squealing in delight as they spun.
Looks like fun, Sally couldn't help thinking.”
― Mari Mancusi, Sally's Lament