I Love You Mr. Snowman
I Love You, Mr. Snowman is a story about love, friendship, change, and learning that even when something goes away, the feelings we hold can stay with us.
✨🌈 Perfect for Ages 3–8, 5-minute story 🧸🛏️🌙
* This story is very special because I wrote it about someone I love more than anything in this world, someone I start and end my day with, and someone who listens to me, just like Mr. Snowman did for Bjørn.
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Bjørn loved winter best of all.
He could spend what felt like hours gazing out of windows, his bedroom window, his classroom window, and the car window, watching the snow fall from the sky.
Sometimes it drifted down like gentle balls of white cotton.
At other times, it tumbled down in every direction, bursting into sharp, crisp snowflakes.
Bjørn enjoyed his winter days sipping hot cups of cocoa by the fire, then rugging up and playing outside.
He was especially excited about going out today as the morning looked different.
Grey skies gave way to warm bursts of sunlight that lit up the endless blanket of snow, making Bjørn feel happy and creative.
He took a carrot from the fridge, tucked it into his coat pocket, and raced outside.
Today, he decided, was the perfect day to build a snowman.
He got to work right away.
First, he shaped a big, round belly. Then he carefully placed a smaller head on top.
He gave the snowman twigs for arms, pebbles for eyes, and, using the carrot from his pocket, he created a bright orange nose in the centre of the snowman’s face.
Bjørn stepped back and proudly smiled.
"I love you, Mr. Snowman," he shouted in his loudest, happiest voice.
Every morning before school and every afternoon after, Bjørn visited Mr. Snowman.
He talked about the day ahead or the day as he had experienced it.
Mr. Snowman listened quietly, never saying a word, simply standing still and looking back at him.
As the winter season drew to a close, the sun shone more and more.
The air felt warmer, and Bjørn noticed Mr Snowman changing; he appeared to be sweating.
His round belly and face slowly grew smaller.
His twig arms drooped as did his pebble eyes. Even his carrot nose began to tilt.
Bjørn knew this meant winter was making way for spring.
Each morning and each afternoon, Mr. Snowman shrank a little more.
Then one morning, Bjørn stepped into the garden and stopped.
Mr. Snowman was gone.
In his place sat a small puddle of wet snow, two twigs, the pebbles that once were his eyes, and a shrivelled carrot.
Bjørn started crying, and his legs grew wobbly.
Just as winter was passing, so too had Mr. Snowman.
He missed his friend—the way he listened, the way he made Bjørn feel less alone.
He sat beside what was once Mr. Snowman and said what he always used to say on his visits, "I love you, Mr. Snowman."
This time, he added, "I’m going to miss you. I’ll never forget you."
Even though Mr. Snowman was gone, the love he felt was still there.
It stayed inside him, warm and quiet, lasting season after season.