Don't you feel sorry for him/her? Only one button and no scarf.
Tell me you don't know someone of whom this reminds you.
Poor little Bummer kiddo.
And for the spoiled brat in your family...
Wow, three buttons.
I'm still getting used to friend being a verb.
What, you mean a heat lamp is not good for SAD (Snowman Affective Disorder?)
The reason I don't mess with Christmas lights anymore.
O.K. we're on the verge of going into some sort of sugar shock. Too sweet!
Enough of the damned holiday racket already! (this would be me.)
Wait, isn't this supposed to be a garden blog? O.K. so the ornaments were on a tree, alright?
And beneath the tree was this cookie jar that would look great at my house if I had a single inch of counter space that wasn't taken up by tender plants all winter long. (See how I brought it around there.)
In case you need something to counteract the horrible sweetness, here's a nice video for you: