This is what makes the holiday season fun for me: I get to be Frosty The Snowman. At our Somerset, NJ office party I had the pleasure of making about a dozen new friends all under the age of ten. Only two kids were terrified of me, possibly confusing Frosty with the Abominable Snowman in my furry white suit and Puma sneakers. Only one kid chased me around saying “You’re not Frosty, there’s a zipper on your back and you’re furry, not snowy.” Got me there, Holmes, and good luck in law school in a few years.
And yes, I did handle a conference call with analyst relations dressed up as Frosty. And they just thought it was jet lag making me mumble more than usual. I’m thinking seriously of driving home along I-287 in costume, sun roof open, Frosty hat peeking out the top, letting in the first flakes of another winter storm that’s upon us.