
Moxie the Snowman
An adventurous old soul
Who was Frosty’s
More handsome
More intelligent
Older cousin
Knew how to
Travel from the
North to the South Pole
Without ever melting
He’d learned the secret
Many years ago, and swore
He’d never share when
He was taught but
Of course, he showed
Mother Combs one year
When they traveled
Together in their
Younger years
But everyone knows
Mother Combs
Can keep a secret.
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When Moxie
Was at rest,
He sat and
Slept on a bed
Lined with
Pine boughs and
Christmas baubles
Dressed in a scarf
He doesn’t need
With a top hat
Given him by Santa
He’d been known
To bust out juggling
His Christmas baubles
Singing to all who will
Listen to him that
Santa is coming to town
The elves loved him
More than they
Loved Frosty so
They made Moxie a
Gold-plated nose to
Wear instead of a carrot
That would need to be
Changed out as it rotted.
Moxie had been everywhere
He’d drawn so many friends
To him, in all his travels
But what Moxie liked to do
The best was to sit outside
With you and listen to the
Sound of old Mother Combs
Tell stories and tales of
Far away and long ago
While the snow gently
Falls in the still of the night




Comments (3)
OMG! This is so expletive adorable! I feel so charmed on this dark winter's eve. Love it!
I agree with Dharrsheena💖☃️⛄❄️
At this point I think we're all Moxie because we love listening to you tell stories! Loved your poem!