So this snowman just comes to life once some magic hat gets put on his head. Pretty cool. He’s all happy and laughing and dancing around.
But then comes a day that is a bit warmer. Alive and ambulatory and sentient though he may be, he is still somehow made entirely of snow, and his very existence is threatened by the gradual rising of the mercury.
How does Frosty the Snowman cope with this inevitability?
So he said let’s run, let’s have some fun, before I melt away.
You’re going to die, and soon, so what do you do? Shrug it off and just keep having fun! Good advice.
