“Don't cry,” he seemed to say, his snowy breath misting in the air, “just know that I’ll be here forever.”
“Come with me,” the Snowman seemed to whisper. “Let’s go where the snow never melts.” SiaВ Snowman
As the sun began to shine a little warmer, the Snowman began to look worried. He saw the piles of snow shrinking, turning into puddles. He looked at Sia with his deep, dark coal eyes and felt his heavy snow-chest beat with fear. He didn't want to leave her. “Don't cry,” he seemed to say, his snowy
In the quiet, icy silence of the backyard, Sia built him. He wasn't just any snowman; he was fashioned from the purest, softest snow of the season, with eyes made of black coal that seemed to sparkle with a quiet mischief and a long, orange carrot nose. She wrapped her own red woolen scarf around his neck and whispered a promise: "Don't ever leave me, Snowman." He looked at Sia with his deep, dark