Frosty the Snowman - A Children's Story

Frosty the Snowman

By Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller

Moral of the Story

Magic is real when we believe with our hearts, not just our eyes. Joy comes not from how long something lasts but from the happiness it brings while it is here. Friendship and kindness can turn an ordinary day into a memory that never melts away. Love and laughter are stronger than the coldest winter wind. When we bring happiness to others, we keep a little of that magic alive in ourselves.

One cold December morning, the first snowflakes of winter began to fall across the town. They covered rooftops, tree branches, and the schoolyard in a soft white blanket. The children had been waiting for this day, and when the final school bell rang, they ran outside laughing and cheering.

“Let’s build the biggest snowman ever,” shouted Tommy. “The one that can see all the way down Main Street.”

Everyone grabbed handfuls of snow, rolling it into giant balls. They stacked one on top of another until the snowman stood tall and proud.

“Now he needs a face,” said Sarah. They used coal for his eyes and mouth and a carrot for his nose.

“What about a hat?” asked Billy.

Just then, the wind blew through the street, carrying an old black top hat that tumbled across the snow and landed right at their feet.

“Perfect,” said Sarah. She lifted the hat and placed it on the snowman’s head.

The moment the hat touched him, something wonderful happened. The snowman blinked, lifted his head, and gave a wide smile.

“Happy Birthday!” he said cheerfully.

The children jumped back, startled, then burst into laughter. “He’s alive!” Tommy shouted. “The snowman’s alive!”

The snowman chuckled and took a step forward. “Well, what do you know? My name is Frosty! How do you do?”

The children could hardly believe it. They danced and clapped as Frosty began to twirl and laugh. “Let’s have some fun before I melt away,” he said, waving his arms.

They ran through the snowy streets, playing tag, making snow angels, and sliding down hills. Wherever Frosty went, laughter followed. The townsfolk peeked from windows and smiled to see the children and their jolly snowman bringing joy to everyone around them.

But as the sun began to shine brighter, Frosty felt a trickle of warmth run down his snowy cheek. “Uh-oh,” he said softly. “That sun feels a little too warm for me.”

The children looked worried. “What are we going to do?” asked Sarah.

“We need to take him somewhere cold,” said Tommy. “Somewhere the sun can’t get him.”

Frosty nodded. “The North Pole would be nice,” he said with a wink.

The children decided to take Frosty to the train station. They pooled their money together and bought him a ticket north. As they walked, people waved and smiled at the sight of a snowman tipping his hat politely along the street.

When they reached the station, the conductor looked down in surprise. “Well, I’ll be! A snowman on my platform. Never seen that before.”

“He’s going to the North Pole,” said Sarah. “It’s the only way to keep him from melting.”

The conductor chuckled. “Then hop aboard, Frosty. You’re just in time.”

Before he climbed onto the train, Frosty turned to his friends. “Don’t cry,” he said kindly. “You gave me life today, and that’s the greatest gift of all.”

Sarah wiped a tear from her cheek. “Will we ever see you again?”

Frosty smiled and placed a gentle, snowy hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be back when the snow returns. Remember, wherever there’s laughter and kindness, I’ll be near.”

The whistle blew, and Frosty waved as the train pulled away. His red scarf fluttered in the breeze, and his hat tipped in farewell.

The children watched until the train disappeared into the white horizon. Though their hearts were heavy, they also felt full of something warm and wonderful.

Days turned into weeks, and winter slowly faded. Yet the children never forgot Frosty, his laugh, his kindness, and the way he made the whole town feel alive.

Then, one morning the next December, the first snowflakes began to fall again. The children ran outside, smiling and calling to each other.

“Let’s build him again!” Tommy shouted.

They rolled the snow, built him tall, and placed the same old black hat on his head.

And just like before, the snow shimmered, the hat wiggled, and Frosty’s cheerful voice rang out.

“Happy Birthday!” he said once more.

The children cheered, their laughter echoing through the snowy streets, and once again, Frosty the Snowman brought joy to the world.

Poem

Frosty came to life one day.
When children laughed and chose to play.
A hat, a smile, a heart so true,
And magic sparkled through and through.
He taught them all before he’d go.
That love stays warm beneath the snow.
Though time may pass and seasons part,
His spirit lives in every heart.

Questions for Thought

1.     Why do you think Frosty came to life when the children believed?

2.     What lesson did Frosty teach before he left?

3. How can you keep the spirit of kindness alive, even when someone you love is far away?