It's the beginning of chapter two of Holidays on Holiday. This chapter circulates on Frosty the snowman. This explains the true story of why he came to life by the black top hat, and more. And, uh, have a merry Christmas!
Once upon a time, a snowman was built in the freezing snow, on the iciest days of winter by the loneliest of children. As the finishing details were put on the snowman, the children noticed one article was missing: the hat. As they placed their hat, a shining black top hat, on the snowman, something happened. He came to life!
“Happy birthday,” he said after coming to existence. In the final weeks of winter, the snowman taught the forlorn children how to enjoy their selves and have fun. This man of snow, Frosty they called him, became the motivation for many inhabitants and became a role model for everyone.
This is the part of the story they didn’t tell.
You see, the hat placed on Frosty’s head just happened to be DNA tested in a top secret laboratory. For some strange reason, scientists thought that there was DNA in inanimate objects. Anyway, after they discovered that there was none, (of course) the scientists then wanted to know what would happen if DNA were to be injected into a lifeless entity. DNA was flowing through every seam of the top hat.
One scientist took it home overnight to test what would happen if the DNA on the hat were to spread to something, or someone else. But it fell into the wrong hands, where his daughter took possession of it for her snowman.
When the hat was placed on the snowman’s head, the DNA in it spread into the snowman. It did not spread into the lasses hands because evidently, human skin is too thick for loose DNA to breach into. However, snow is thin enough for it to break into, thus creating Frosty.
You see, Frosty had developed organs. From becoming a living being, he miraculously began to produce them. However, everything inside him was made of snow, sleet, and ice. And if you haven’t begun to think of this, snow melts, therefore his brain and heart would thaw away as well.
He thought of this too late, by about the first week of spring. Frosty needed a plan to get away from the scorching temperature. Night after night he’d elaborately plot, but day after sweltering day his brain would slightly melt. Obviously, his plans would get slightly worse everyday with less brain power. With the snowfall almost totally melted, Frosty had no home, as well. He was a hobo in the pitiful truth of it.
He knew that he needed somewhere to go. Frosty could not continue on where he was. He had to go somewhere bitter, freezing, and glacial. Frosty deduced the best location would be Canada’s Northern region.
The weather there is extremely icy and there is no sunlight for almost six months. What could possibly go wrong? thought Frosty.
About five minutes later, a problem caught him. How to get there? He’d speak to himself. “By car; no too long,” or “By boat; no I get seasick.” The next day, he figured it out: airplane. Now what could possibly go wrong?
Again, a dilemma came up. How to get the money to take the plane?
Before, he’d play his harmonica for money, but that melted about a week and half ago. With it he raised a grand total of about four dollars and fifty two cents. Only three hundred ninety six dollars and forty eight cents to go!
Running out of ideas, he decided to stalk civilians for currency.
He ran up to an elderly woman in front of the local grocery store, holding two bags of produce. He smiled at her for about a minute, the woman looking frightened. I mean who wouldn’t, when you find a living snowman…in spring.
At last, she shouted, “What do you want with me?”
“Yeah, can I have a dollar?” Frosty asked.
“Why?” she wondered. The senior citizen still looked petrified.
“I need money.”
“No, sir, I’ve seen what you hoboes do with the money people give you. You buy drugs. That’s right, because when you poor people ask for money to buy food or water, it’s all a lie. It’s a lie I tell you!”
Frosty smiled. “The only drugs I need are for my head. I have permanent brain freeze.”
“You’re crazy,” she said. “Just like the rest of them!” The aged lady ran off, leaving behind her bags on the sidewalk.
“Miss,” yelled Frosty. “You dropped your boxes, I mean bags.” However, she never answered back.
Five minutes later…
“How much can I get for this orange?” the snowman asked a supermarket cashier.
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