Poor Frosty...

Well, I guess I spoke too soon. A few nights ago, it became apparent that Frosty's days were numbered. After 22 years of being perched on our tree and having his tummy pressed, he'll soon be just a hanging ornament.

I (sniff!) videotaped his last day of glory to share with you.

You might be able to hear me "shush" my hubby after he suggests that I perform surgery on Frosty and remove the music button or change his battery.

R.I.P. Frosty! You served us well and we won't be pressing on your belly anymore.  From now on we hope you'll enjoy just hangin' around at Christmas...

And on that note, I'd like to wish you all a Merry Christmas! Thanks so much for always stopping by and for your sweet comments, too. 

MELE KALIKIMAKA!