When I showed this photo to grandson Cameron, 6, his reaction was immediate: “Goose! Goose! Is that Frosty the Snowman?”

My grandson calls me Goose. I hope he never stops.

The photo is from Saturday. James (the freshman who’s technically a sophomore at Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology) sent it.

That’s James (Uncle James if your name is Cameron) the third builder in from the right.

Wearing a toasty-warm blue jacket. But no hat and no gloves.

As a side note, I’ve since texted James an offer to mail him some of his winter caps. “You have a lovely array of monster caps.”

His reply:

I quite appreciate your use of the word “array” – very mathematical!

It’s nice to see the future engineers outside getting some fresh air and fun. I’m half expecting to hear they implanted some sort of refrigerant robotics in ol’ Frosty, to keep him solid year ’round.

Meanwhile, Cameron is ready to sing Frosty for the 18th time. I haven’t the heart to tell him it’s my least favorite pre-21st century Christmas tune of all time. (Thumpety-thump-thump? I don’t think so.)

Meanwhile, our bit of snow here at home has melted. We’ll be ready for more of the swirling beauty before long.

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