I’d like to be a snowman,
with buttons in a row,
and perhaps a hat to adorn my head,
and a carrot for a nose.
But the weather forecast doesn’t look so good.
The sun is shining proud.
So until next year my pretty little dear,
I’ll be waiting in the clouds.
I wish to be a snowman,
to rise up in a mound,
after falling down in a million flakes,
to the children on the ground.
But the temperature is high and strong,
and I think that it might hold.
So for now just sing, a merry dong-ding,
I’ll be back once it’s turned cold.
I’d love to be a snowman,
to play outside with you,
with the crisp air running through my snowman hair,
’til our fingers all turn blue.
But the outlook isn’t promising,
I’m burning up like toast,
so I’ll bide my time ’til the weather’s fine,
while you enjoy your roast.
I wish to be a snowman,
can wishes still come true?
The world below is a beautiful sight,
but I long to fall from this wonderful height,
to frolic as a snowman with you.
– Max Thomas (2020)
P.S. I wrote this sweet and silly poem back in 2020 while sitting in the sun of the first COVID lockdown, wondering if Christmas would ever come around. My ever talented housemate Charlie Perry set it to music, turning it into more than I could have ever quite imagined! It’s now out in the world and had its live premiere, which can be watched here: Performance by Elmbridge Choir in December 2021.