 Frosty The Snowman
Frosty the Snowman, what a happy jolly soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
and two eyes made out of coal!
Frosty the Snowman is a fairy tale, they say!
He was made of snow, but the children know
How he came to life one day!
There must have been some magic
In that old silk hat they found
‘Cause when they put it on his head,
He began to dance around!
Frosty the Snowman was alive as he could be!
And the children say he could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me!
Frosty the Snowman knew the sun was hot that day!
So he said, “Let’s run, and we’ll have some fun
Now before I melt away!”
Down to the village with a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there, all around the square,
Saying “Catch me if you can!”
He led them down the streets of town, right to the traffic cop.
And he only paused a moment
When he hear him holler, “Stop!”
Frosty the Snowman had to hurry on his way!
But he waved goodbye saying “Don’t you cry,
I’ll be back again someday!”
Frosty the Snowman, what a happy jolly soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
and two eyes made out of coal!
Frosty The Snowman
It all began
with the snow. It was a special kind of snow, the kind that makes everyone happy. It was
Christmas snow, because it was the day before Christmas. And that’s the most special
snow of all!
The children were still in
school, but they were bored. Their teacher had hired a magician, Professor Hinkle, to
perform magic tricks for them. But Professor Hinkle was a very bad magician. None of his
tricks worked. Even his rabbit, Hocus Pocus, didn’t like him.
Professor Hinkle got so angry
when his tricks failed that he crushed up his magical silk hat and threw it away. The
children all laughed. They thought that was funny!
Finally the school bell rang,
and all the children ran outside. Now it was time to play!
Some of the boys started
making a big snowman. Karen wanted to help. “You can make the snowman’s head,
Karen,” one of them told her.
So Karen packed some snow
together and made a nice round head for their snowman.
“What shall we call
him?” she asked as they made a circle around the snowman and smiled up at it.
“Shall we call him
Harold?” one of the boys asked.
“How about Christopher
Columbus?” a girl piped up.
“Oatmeal!” the
smallest boy said.
None of their names seemed
quite right. Finally Karen had an idea. “Let’s call him Frosty!” she said.
“Frosty! Yay, his name
is Frosty!”the children yelled.
Back in the schoolroom, Hocus
Pocus was tired of being Professor Hinkle’s pet. He grabbed the magical silk hat and
hopped out of the room. Professor Hinkle ran after him. “Come back here!” he
yelled.
Before he could grab Hocus
Pocus, a gust of wind snatched the hat from the rabbit’s hand. Karen caught the hat,
and placed it on Frosty’s snowy white head.
Suddenly something magical
happened! Frosty came alive!
His eyes opened, and he
smiled down at Karen and the other children. “Happy Birthday!” he cried.
The children were stunned!
“That hat must be magical!” Karen said. “Look, it brought Frosty to
life!”
Professor Hinkle was even
more surprised! “If that hat is really magical, I want it back!” he yelled, and
snatched it off Frosty’s head. Frosty instantly became just a normal snowman again.
Karen ran after Professor
Hinkle. “But that hat’s not yours anymore!” she cried. “You threw it
away!”
Professor Hinkle
wouldn’t listen to her. He grabbed Hocus Pocus, and shoved him back into the hat.
“This hat is going to make me a lot of money!” he laughed.
“But it brought Frosty
to life!” Karen protested. “You saw it happen!”
Professor Hinkle stopped.
“Don’t talk back to your elders, you naughty girl!” he scolded her. “I
saw nothing of the kind! You silly children believe everything you see! When you’re
grown up, you’ll know that snowmen can’t come to life!” And he walked away
with the hat and Hocus Pocus, the rabbit.
The children were very sad.
“We don’t care what the grownups say, Frosty!” they told the snowman.
“We know you really were alive! We saw it!”
Hocus Pocus was very angry
that Professor Hinkle had lied. So he grabbed the hat and jumped off Professor
Hinkle’s head. Then he ran back to the children as fast as he could.
“Look,” Karen cried
as he landed at her feet. “The hat’s come back!”
She picked the hat up and put
it on Frosty’s head. And the miracle happened again! Frosty’s eyes opened, and
he came to life!
“Happy Birthday!”
he cried.
The children all cheered.
“Frosty’s alive again!” they yelled.
Frosty was happy to play with
the children. Laughing, they bounced around the school yard, sliding on the snow and
throwing snowballs.
Suddenly Frosty stopped.
“It’s getting hot, and I’m starting to melt!” he told the children.
“I need to go someplace cold, where I’ll never melt!”
“Then we need to get you
to the North Pole!” Karen decided. “It’s always cold there!”
The train station was on the
other side of town, but they had to get Frosty there. So they decided to have a parade.
“We’ll march right through town!” they told Frosty. “Come on!”
Frosty and the children
played follow the leader, and leapfrog, and tag, all through the streets of town. They had
a wonderful time!
But Frosty had never seen a
traffic light before. So the policeman got very angry with him when he didn’t stop to
let the cars pass.
Karen tried to defend her new
friend. “You’ve got to excuse him, Mister Policeman,” she said. “He
just came to life today, and he doesn’t know much about such things.”
“Oh, well, if he just
came to life today...” the policeman grumbled. “Move along, then, move
along!”
The children cheered, and ran
across the street. Suddenly the poor policeman realized that he’d been talking to a snowman!
He was so shocked that he swallowed his police whistle!
The children led Frosty to
the train station. “We’d like a ticket to the North Pole, please!” Karen
told the station master.
The station master was happy
to help them. “That will be three thousand dollars!” he told Karen.
“But...we don’t
have any money!” Karen admitted.
“What!” the station
master yelled. “No money, no ticket!” And he slammed the door shut in
Karen’s face.
The children were very sad.
“There has to be a way to get you to the North Pole, Frosty!” they
said. “Or you’ll melt away!”
Suddenly Hocus Pocus saw a
big train car nearby. It was filled with ice cream and frozen foods, so he knew it would
be cold inside.
“That train is heading
for the North Pole!” Karen said. “Hide inside the freezer car, Frosty, and you
can ride it all the way there! No one will see you! Then you won’t melt!”
Frosty climbed into the car,
and asked Karen if she could come with him. “I’m sure my mother won’t
mind,” she told him, “as long as I’m home in time for supper!” So she
climbed into the freezer car and sat down on a box of ice cream. Hocus Pocus jumped into
the car, too, as the train pulled out of the station.
“Goodbye!” Frosty
called to the other children. “I’ll come back again soon! Thank you!”
It was just plain old bad
luck that Professor Hinkle was near the train station right then, and he saw Frosty and
Karen in the freezer car. “I must get that hat back somehow!” he decided. So he
climbed onto the last train car, and held on tight!
The train headed north, and
traveled for a long time. Frosty and Hocus Pocus were used to the cold, so they were
comfortable. But Karen was getting very cold. “Karen might get sick if I can’t
find some way to warm her up!” Frosty said to himself. “I have to get her off
this train!”
Suddenly the train stopped,
so that another train could go by. Frosty saw his chance! “Come on, Hocus
Pocus,” he told the rabbit. “We’re leaving!”
He picked Karen up in his
arms, and they jumped off the train. Professor Hinkle was still hanging onto the back of
the train, and he saw them running away. “Oh, that’s not fair!” he cried.
“You tricked me!”
The train was starting to
move again, so he jumped off and rolled down a steep hill. But by that time, Frosty--and
the magical hat--were a long way behind him. “I have to get that hat back!” he
scowled, and angrily started after them.
Frosty wanted to get as far
away from Professor Hinkle as possible. But the snow was falling, and it was getting
colder by the minute. He bravely carried Karen through the hills, with Hocus Pocus
following close behind. But he knew that he had to find some kind of shelter, or poor
Karen might die.
Hocus Pocus called all the
forest animals, and they built a campfire for Karen on the hillside. Frosty had to sit far
away from it so he wouldn’t melt, but he was very happy that Karen was finally warm.
“We need to get Karen
home again,” he told Hocus Pocus. “The forest animals are waiting for Santa
Claus to come tonight. You go down and stay with them, and when he comes to give them
presents, bring him up here. Then he can take Karen home, and I can go to the North
Pole!”
Hocus Pocus hopped down the
hill, and rejoined the forest animals. Frosty and Karen sat near the fire, and waited for
Santa Claus to appear.
But Professor Hinkle found
them first.
“I want that hat
back!” he cried, jumping into the firelight. “And I want it now!”
Just to be mean, he threw
snow all over Karen’s warm little campfire. “Now give me that hat!” he
said.
He jumped at Frosty and tried
to snatch the hat off his head. But Frosty was too fast for him. He threw himself down and
started to slide down the hill. “Get on my shoulders, Karen!” he yelled.
“I’ll keep you safe!”
Since Frosty was made of
magical snow himself, he could slide down the hill much faster than Professor Hinkle could
run. So he and Karen raced out of sight before the evil magician could take a single step.
But Professor Hinkle
wasn’t giving up that easily. He ran after them, following Frosty’s trail.
Far away, at the bottom of
the hill, was a big greenhouse. It was very bright inside, and warm, because special
Christmas flowers were growing there. Frosty knew that Karen would be safe in the
greenhouse, so he opened the door and stepped inside.
“You can’t come in
here, Frosty!” she told him. “It’s too warm! You’ll melt!”
Frosty smiled. “I can
stay inside for just a few minutes,” he said. “I’ll be okay!”
He set Karen down, and they
looked at the pretty red flowers.
But before he could leave,
Professor Hinkle finally caught up with them. Laughing, he slammed the door shut and
locked it. “Now I have you!” he yelled. “You can’t get out! And when
you’re all melted, that hat will be mine again!”
Suddenly Professor Hinkle
heard something up in the sky. He looked up just as Santa Claus and his reindeer flew
overhead. Santa was going to visit the forest animals.
When Santa landed on the
hillside, Hocus Pocus ran up to him. He told Santa all about Karen and Frosty, and
Professor Hinkle. Santa quickly ran down the hill, to the big greenhouse.
But when he got there, a
terrible sight met his eyes.
Karen was safe and warm in
the greenhouse, but she was crying. And Frosty was melted into a big wet puddle on the
floor.
Santa only smiled.
“Don’t cry, Karen!” he said. “Frosty’s not gone for good! He was
made of Christmas snow, and Christmas snow never goes away completely! It may come
back as summer rain...but when a good winter wind kisses it, it becomes Christmas snow all
over again!”
“Yes,” Karen said,
wiping her eyes. “But...well, he was my friend!”
Santa smiled again.
“Just watch!” he said...and opened the greenhouse door.
A gust of cold wind swept
into the greenhouse and touched the big puddle on the floor. And something magical
happened! The puddle turned into snow, and whirled outside, and became a big white
snowman!
Hocus Pocus grabbed the
magical black hat, and hopped over to the snowman’s side. Karen picked up the hat,
and started to place it on the snowman’s head.
Suddenly Professor Hinkle
jumped out from behind a tree. “Now wait just a minute!” he yelled. “I want
that hat, and I want it now!”
Santa scowled at him.
“Don’t you dare touch that hat!” he warned. “If you even lay a finger
on the brim, I’ll never bring you another Christmas present, not as long as you
live!”
Professor Hinkle was shocked.
“Nothing? No more trick cards...or magic balls...or anything?”
“Nothing!”
Santa frowned. “But...if you go home right now and write ‘I am very
sorry for what I did to Frosty!’ a hundred zillion times...I might
leave you something in your stocking tomorrow morning!”
Professor Hinkle began to
smile. “A new magic hat, maybe? Oh, yes, sir!” He jumped up and down, laughing,
then started to run back up the hill. “Sorry to lose and run,” he called back
over his shoulder, “but I’ve got to get busy writing! Busy, busy, busy!”
Santa watched him go, then
took the hat from Karen and set it on the snowman’s round head. “Come on,
Frosty,” he said. “We’re all waiting for you!”
“Happy Birthday!”
Frosty cried...and they all cheered. Frosty was alive again!
So Santa took Karen home in
his magical sleigh. And when he was done delivering all his presents, he took Frosty back
to the North Pole.
But every year, Frosty comes
back to play with Karen and the other children on Christmas Day, and they have a very
merry Christmas together!
We hope you have a very merry Christmas, too!
Adaptation by: Jo Grant
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