Frosty

Meet Frosty, a very old gentleman from the early 1950s who adorned our house at Christmas time while Loie and I were growing up. Plugging in Frosty and watching him glow was warm and reassuring to the little Simpkins girls who waited impatiently for Christmas morning.

Of all the ornaments and decorations, he was always our favorite.

Plastic was a new thing in the mid-19th century, though it's hard to remember that now. This little guy wove some special kind of magic in our home, and Momma kept him all those years we were gone. He is somehow, in my mind, the watchkeeper of Christmas.

Because Rita has him now, she took this picture for me and Lois so that Frosty could sprinkle some of his Christmas fairy dust on us from afar. And he reminds me that it's usually the little things that we hold close to our hearts. I don't remember most of the presents I got or what I did on those countless Christmases, but I remember Frosty, our snowman who glowed.