It was love at first snowball

Mr. and Mrs. Snowman (original, huh?) met early this morning. Mr. Snowman rolled into existence first. Like any proper bachelor, he was content to claim his corner of the world and give the Wyoming wave to all passersby. (That's a friendly nod and finger lift, for those who don't know the Way of the West.) The sun was out, but not burning hot enough to cause him any trouble. His trouble started when Mrs. Snowman rolled up next to him, smoothed her skirt and cast him a shy glance. It was love at first snowball. She had a trim waist and thick, curly hair. And a smile sweet as candy. Mr. Snowman made his pass. She swooned. He grinned. She moved closer. He took her hand. They wed just then and lived happily ever after.