Today, meet my little snowman bell.
My parents gave him to me when I was a child. He is a bell, and I thought he was so cute. I couldn’t bear the thought of him being packed away with the Christmas stuff, so at least once I tried to hide him so that he would escape notice. I can’t recall whether or not this was successful, but I do remember thinking that he wasn’t doing me much good if I had to hide him.
Anyway, he’s still cute, and he now resides in my kitchen from late November until I feel like putting the snowman decor away, usually late February.
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
– The Snow Man, by Wallace Stevens