He always breaks him,
Smashes my snowman into smithereens,
I spend the whole day,
Gathering his body, Fixing his face,
His innocent Eyes reflecting love, 
His wooden arms always ready for hug,
His cone shaped nose always ready to tickle,
The body of snow radiating warmth,
But at the night, he will be dead again,
He will get killed again,
That boy always kills him,
My snowman would have died last night too,
But today morning,
His body was covered with blood stains,
His wooden arms held his corpse, 
But his eyes reflected the same innocence.
Now he will never die again.