Once there was a snowman...

You know that song, the one about the prideful but short-lived snowman who gets a big head and grows "tall, tall, tall" because he thinks he is soooo much better (and taller) than all the rest of the snow, but he doesn't realize that the snowfall has come really early in the year, that we're in for an Indian (pardon the slur) summer, and that tomorrow the temperatures are going to reach the 60's, and then tomorrow comes, and all of the sudden he is being humbled (you see, because he didn't humble himself, he is humbled by the Lord - see Alma 32) and is melting "small, small, small," until he is nothing but moisture to the grass, and, eventually, whatever is left of him is evaporated into thin air? Yeah, remember that dude? Well, he's standing outside my in-law's house, and tomorrow, "poof!" He'll be gone!

After all we did to put him together! Heck, we even gave him a nice view of the passing cars, and he couldn't even crack a smile of gratitude.

Take a good look, people, because this may be the last time you see Mr. "goody-three-snowballs" Snowman. Once the afternoon sun comes out tomorrow, this guy's going down!!!

You probably never realized that "Once There Was a Snowman" was about pride, did you? Well, now you know. And knowing is half the battle!