My people (the under 40 crowd) wanted nothing more than to have a big snowball fight. I, as a refined woman of manners...or perhaps as the one who didn't want to dig snow out of her nose, deal with the ensuing whining and fistfights, or have to line-dry all the sopping wet clothes...did not want to have a snowball fight. But as the snow piled higher and deeper on our deck, the alternative presented itself: a snowman.
Behold the revealing...
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