Frosty's Last Christmas

Snow sparkling under the Christmas moon,

A tale of Frosty, I sing this tune.

A legend born on a wintery night,

Of joy and sadness in the festive light.

On a frostbite evening, ice was tight,

I took Frosty out, under starry white.

He was jolly, happy, ready to roll,

With buttons, eyes, a carrot nose, goal.

Laughed and danced, the town was cheer,

Invited him in for Christmas cheer.

A warm beer, a toast, shared a smile,

Frosty felt the warmth, stayed a while.

But oh, what a night, the tale turns cold,

A legend's story, tragic and told.

Frosty, melting away, in the glow,

On a Christmas day, he’s quiet and slow.

Frosty panicked, said, "It’s warm in here!"|

I nodded softly, "Today I made you this way!"

A masterpiece, a fleeting sight,

A snowman’s tale on a Christmas night.

Laughter faded into a sigh,

Watching Frosty begin to die.

A snowy hero, fragile and brave,

His icy form, a memories' wave.

But oh, what a night, the tale turns cold,

A legend's story, tragic and told.

Frosty, melting away, in the glow,

On a Christmas day, he’s quiet and slow.

In the heart of winter’s cheer,

A story haunted through the years.

A legend born in a fleeting spark,

A snowman’s journey, cold and stark.

So remember Frosty, on Christmas night,

A fleeting dream, a shining light.

Though he melts, his tale remains,

A winter legend, through joys and pains.