My old wooden table has been strewn with stories and artwork of snowmen … so many lovely words in the hand writing of children. Originally I was choosing only two stories, but how can that be? I am showcasing four stories this week and four more next week so stay tuned. If your child’s story doesn’t appear today, it might be in the column next week!

As I reprint their stories, please know that I will use their original spelling to keep the story authentic!

So, I asked of children, what does your snowman do at night?

This week’s first choice winner came in the form of a lovely picture book. I am only sorry you cannot see the art work. The story is written and illustrated by Karina Smith. She is 6 years old and the story was sent in by Kim Koomler.

“My snowman would come to life! My snowman would love everybody! My snowman is a girl. Her name is Cynthia. I wanted to play in the sun but she didn’t because she was afraid she would melt. My snowman will get a husband. Cynthia had twins. And then Cynthia was a mom and a wife. And they got a new snow house. And they all had a good time together.”

I chose Karina’s story because her artwork is absolutely precious, complete with a birthing table with happy cheery twins! Her last drawing is of a family sitting around the dinner table telling stories!

The other three are not in any order, but I loved them equally. Here are excerpts from the stories. These kids wrote long narratives!

Reece Myers from Mrs. Dutton’s classroom at Hamilton Elementary School writes, “Once upon time there was a snow man named Bob and Bob was a quite weird creature. He ate other snowmen and he also was square snowman. He was 600 feet tall and he was a “floornavor” (Witch is a thing that just eats scraps off the floor). This story is about what my snowman does at night. So tonight I am going to set up a camera up to see what my snowman does at night. Now I have everything set up Let’s watch. Uh oh I forgot you can’t see what is happening so I guess I will just amaze you with what is happening.” Reece does go on to watch his snowman eat his dog!

Erin Annandale is in Maple Glen Elementary in Westfield. Her third grade teacher, Mrs. Stephan, sent in this story. “One snowy day I was building a snowman with my brother. When it was finished it was very big. As I got in bed that night I saw my snowman reflecting off of the moonlight so he was pretty white. During the night something magical happened my snowman came to life … He shoveled the walk, plowed the snow on the street and built a dog out of snow …”

I must say I think Erin reads my weekly column! I wish I had a snowman that did my outside chores every night.

The last story I chose this week is from Ty Smurr. Ty is a fourth-grade student and lives in Garrett. I love Ty’s imagination! “I didn’t know what my snowman did when I wasn’t around, but the other day he told me. He also told me his name, which is Karson Snow. When Karson travels from one place to another, he bounces. When he roles, he gets real fat. It is like when you role a snowball on the ground and it gets bigger … At night he peeks in my room to see what time it is, while I am sleeping. Sometimes, he takes a long walk around Garrett. Karson enjoys sneaking onto the pool to go ice skating. When he goes through the fence, his body magically puts itself back together on the other side. Isn’t that neat? He always takes an ipod and ear buds along, so he can skate to his favorite 50’s music. Sometimes I wish I could stay up all night with him.”

I also have an honorable mention this week which goes to Barbara Barnes! No, you can’t be in the contest, as an adult, but thanks for the great Christmas snowman story!

I think there is still plenty of time to ponder our snowmen … who knows? Your walks might get shoveled, your dog might get eaten, or you might hear music in the backyard. No matter what, isn’t it nice that our children have such imaginations and great teachers?

LOU ANN HOMAN-SAYLOR lives in Angola at the White Picket Gardens where you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, teacher, writer, actress and a collector of front porch stories. She can be contacted at

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