Author: Frosty the Snowman

In all my years of being on this planet, of reappearing each and every winter, there is one indisputable truth that I have learned. There is no God. Do you understand what it is like to fully know and comprehend your death so soon after your birth? As the snow falls and I am born from the hands of eager children and happy families, my only thoughts, after first gaining my bearings on my own existence, are that I am not long for the world. I put on a happy, joyous facade for the kids, but that does nothing to squelch…