Frosty was a gift for my dad's 85th birthday nearly nine years ago.
He's a very sensitive Frosty,
dancing and singing with only a slight squeeze of his right hand
or even in response to sudden noises or movements in his general vicinity.
Frosty would often burst into song
in Mother and Daddy's living room from the mere closing of a drawer
or occasional high-pitched utterances in other parts of the house.
They never knew when he might make himself known,
and it always threw them into gales of laughter--not a bad thing!
It's been fun watching Sawyer do his Frosty impersonation this year
and get his groove-thing going too.
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