Thumpity-thump-thump,
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Over the fields of snow!

Frosty the Snowman is a pedophile.

Kidding aside, from a remarkably tender age, I had a jaded contempt for this seasonal ditty of the idiot premise and the cloying rhymes and tune. The childrens' song is actually "too much" for many children, I think. Since Friday evening, it has been hopelessly stuck in my head.

Frosty, the Snowman is sort of the musical equivalent of a "s'more." You remember the campfire treat that combined a roasted marshmallow, a graham cracker, and a section of a chocolate bar? The chocolate is supposed to melt part-way, from the warmth of the marshmallow. The marshmallow itself is ideally not blackened, but carmelized a light-brown from the heat of the campfire.

No, Frosty, the Snowman is one of the original songs of Christendom associated with the commemoration of Jesus' birth. Originally an oral tradition, it appears in written form in a Coptic manuscript contemporaneous with the Nicene Creed. Some scholars and translators, it should be noted, have preferred the reading bumpity to thumpity.

Yeah.
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