All FROSTed over: Seasonal, Transformative.

'tis the Season (conditions allowing): I'm sure you don't think of me when your vision, attempt to look out your window is obscured by me, or when you are anguishing while scraping forms of me off your car windows, otherwise sitting in your frigid auto while waiting for your de-frost (ouch!) to fully engage...and it's not lost on me that you take me for granted, are insensitive to my needs when you casually put me into a hot oven, not considering the atmospheric conditions it takes for me to survive, if not thrive, even more casually throwing me aside if my form doesn't measure up, while it was your cookie cutter gone awry, as well as when you shake me in those seasonal globes, when you alter my natural attributes with flavors and dyes in the form of snow cones...and you certainly don't even pause for a moment and appreciate what I do for you throughout the year, when your thoughts and view of me are not so crystallized...including when you...

Go Packing! When you are packing, prepping for a trip to either go up and down slopes of white powder, or traverse south to white sands, to get away from my less flattering forms of attire, slush and mud, that together become of source for your flat tires (I'll take part of the blame). When you go out to see if the freshly fallen snow is light, fluffy, easy-to-shovel (shove me aside, ouch!), the kind you might leave forms of your more angelic self...or a slightly different form, slightly damp, enough to pack into fist sized balls to be thrown back into the face of another, for which I get the blame (how assaulting, insulting, mis-informed!)...or, finally, when you have finished rolling, throwing me around, you roll (usually three, which escapes my understanding, but it seems to work) big balls, too big to be thrown but instead stacked, in an attempt to, at least once, twice, even thrice if you are nice, into a reasonable facsimile of ME, FROSTY! Accompanied by lots of attire, none of which I asked for, but always welcome, at least tolerated, ranging from a corn cobbed pipe (please don't light it), to a scarf to keep me comfortable (if you see me turning colors, please loosen the noose), to coal for various facial parts (I guess if it's good enough for your stocking, it's good enough for me), and often accompanied by critters, creations, to keep me in good company, but please keep "Fido" at a proper distance, otherwise you'll end up with...

Throughout the (Ice and Snow) Ages, Frosty Family Tree: Often imitated, under-celebrated. Before it became popular to celebrate, even embrace me (at which times I melt in your arms), there was a time, way back when, a long period during which I was misunderstood, then poorly stood up by others, the mass of mis/under-informed...how ABOMINABLE! They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery, so I guess I should feel elevated when this abominable dude, who initially sought to soil my rep, now stacks up in a way that ends up portraying Mr. Nice Guy, a kindred spirit in my family tree. But, just when I think I found a 'friend in arms' he ends up competing for the affection of my buds, such as "Rudy, the legion of elves that also make an appearance this time of year, and YOU, my fickle friend...one I can only count on when the conditions are just right, to bundle up, venture out, and stack me up...otherwise, it seems like you are good at standing me up...for goodness sake! But the ultimate dream, comes a machine, one which seeks to add to my family tree, under and around yours...in the form of artificial (lot of this going around these days, why should I be different) SNOW, enough to make me the world over, no matter the conditions or season, when there's not a natural outpouring...And now, in real time, there's also...

Sure hands, Sheeran: If I needed one more reason to feel elevated, to have my self-esteem stack up adjacent to those of more celebrated fellows, I see and hear that one of the more celebrated contemporary artists has transformed an earlier version of "Frosty", reminding millions what 'chill' I can bring to you now, and throughout the year (one of my best attributes): 🎵"...Ooh, I love it when you do it like that...Give me the shivers..."

So, come on out and play with ME, will ya', the conditions are always good, never out of season...